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Louis Logic - Dos Factotum lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Before settin it off {*scratch from original "Factotum"* [Louis Logic] ... Fresh from a court runnin from a bar tab Drivin drunk with car lag in need of a barf bag I left my smart half on the hard path to recovery With hangover hovering I took a bath in the bubbly I woke up in the trash, cold clutchin a flask With a wino askin for some from me, but there's no stuff in my stash I'm so stuck in a glass but insist on throwin Rollin Rocks Shades drawn, doors closed and locked, hopin no one knocks I'm in a lonely spot Nowhere, and I want some some Stoli shots Like I don't care if my AA sponsor knows or not I'll spend a week soaked in scotch on Venice Beach with the vagrants Then I'm... leavin for Vegas But I'm penny free, and owe a lot of dough to spot my landlord and old lady liks It's like I said, she likes to collect, she don't babysit [Hook] "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched* I'm the lush president of the wino section Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched* "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched* I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons Or find protection on my coldest nights, it's like... "Shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched* So basically, my drinkin schedule's 8 to 3 But wait and see I bet you I can make the rate increase Until I start sprayin my vomit on my Old Navy fleece So sayeth the logic, so say the sheep My next commandment, to drink a case a piece at least To set the standard, a buncha drunks that's dead from cancer Leave your 12 steps abandoned on the way to the bar A convoy that's on joy juice racin their cars Drinkin grain from a jar, that's moonshine to the Leigh men in bars And soon I'm hearin angels with harps Perhaps it's beepin horns and I'm crossin lanes in my car And sleepin on the job but made it so far, I'm thinkin ain't this bizarre It's kinda freezin', tryna find the reason When I realized my gates were ajar I took the Nestea plunge straight to the tar, but never jumped Then I awoke in a pool of my puke where I had left my lunch [Hook] "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched* I'm the lush president of the wino section Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched* "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched* I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons Or find protection on my coldest nights, it's like... "Shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched* I was born of beer kegs in college dorms and molotov mixtures Fists up, breakin bottles off niggas Make escape doin the hundred yard dash, comin from a car crash, That's what I call a runnin bar tab, back to the lab When an undercover car passed after my ass Dropped to my knees and my hands in the grass A straight shot to the trees beside my door, but I'd forgotten my keys, plus I had too much brandy to last, so I hopped to my feet My hands were both clasped stoppin the stream If I puked the cop would probably see But he was watchin me flee on wobbily feet, at least that's what I'm thinkin That's when he tackled me stagnant and stinkin I said, "No way occifer, I haven't been drinkin" Then he said, "You're under arrest kid, and we're goin back to the precinct" [Hook] "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched* I'm the lush president of the wino section Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched* "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched* I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons Or find protection in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched* |
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