I Need a Drink - C-Mob, Joey Cool, C.Ray

Empty bottles, broken souls

I’d be lying if I told you I ain’t try to overdose

Life’s a bitch from round the way

Fuck advice, fuck compliance, pop that 5th and drown my pain

I need a drink

Fuck what you think

I need a drink

I’ll be out late baby, I need a drink

Welcome to my struggle as an artist

I been in a dark room writing dark shit

Trying not to be overcome by the darkness

But they say you reap what you sow like a harvest

In a four corner room staring at candles

All by myself with a fifth of Jack Daniels

Trying to drink away the demons that I can’t handle

In the game for years, I can write a rap manual

But I still can’t figure out how to overcome the demons that are coming out the

pages I write

They been showing up at every stage of my life

Make me think about grabbing the gauge or the knife

So I pray to the light

Protect me from the evil coming late in the night

Trying to put me in an early grave and I fight

Everyday just to keep my head raised like a kite

So when I need to help my mind relax

I find the Jack, sit back and unwind the cap

And then I drink, maybe even 'til I’m even lying flat

Because then I can’t think, and I’m fine with that

All the negativity is fucking up my energy

It’s getting me and taking up a lot

I don’t want the shit to get me

So I get the whiskey

And I’m drinking while I’m thinkin' of a plot

Take another shot

Irresponsible with it

Impossible to win, I know the odds are forgiven

Pay the cost for the sinning

The way the shit is scripted made it hard for the villain

A nigga really thought I had it all but I didn’t

Instead of beefing with the baby mom trying to play me

But she get to tripping after I been gone for a minute

I shouldn’t have to, but what I did, but I think about my kids

And she can just take off with all my children

But then I got the niggas in the game that’s just taking beats

Steady motivated by the fame, take my energy

Dealing with them on the day to day and they the enemy

Sick of politics, dictate, but I let it be

See what I really wanna do is have somebody with the milli come through

To put your thoughts on the ceiling off the goose

Sometimes they and they fuck around and kill me I recluse

I put that on my last name, and the supporters in my campaign

All You niggas switched when the cash came

Laughing but every little sip of your champagne

Asking somebody for some shit but you can’t pay gas man

For you life you’ll be ice, twice

If I don’t get a Henny, no ice, thrice

But niggas really wanna roll dice

So I keep a bottle lower than my low life

I need a drink

Slide me over a Patron shot

Get a little bit of Henny in my system now its Conjac

I been drinking till the doors locked

I might drink into a coma way I’m feeling

I am on that

Me and Mob we was posted at the bar

People buying drinks cause they knowing who we are

I might have a fifth of Remy chilling in the car

But I ain’t have to crack it, nigga really this bizarre

And I’m mixing Eugel and Tropicana

I go on a bender from New Orleans to Atlanta

Kansas City, Arizona, all the way to Santa Ana

Flying consequences ended up in Miami

Sipping till I’m good and drunk, sitting in Cabana

Nigga probably turning up listening to Panda

Acting all beligerent and losing every manner

I do not know why I’m yelling all I know is that I am hammered

I be drinking cause I’m stressed y’all

Imma drink until I’m blessed y’all

Really life is like a wreck

Everybody wanna test ya

Everybody wanna flex ya

Ain’t nobody got respect

Imma need another drink bro

Imma sip and Imma think slow

Imma sip and Imma think

Like fill it to the brim bro, gon fill it to the brim bro

So I pour another drink ya