On That Jack

Lyrics

You are in knee deep, you need some medicine
 Once again, feel free, it's in your head again
 Come with us, believe, they wouldn't let you in, unless you paid a fee, please
 See we, we on that Jack again
 We on that Jack, we on that Jack again Oh, yeah, let me get a vodka tonic, with a little bit of pineapple juice, and cranberry, and an umbrella in it
 Nah, I'm fuckin wit ya. Come on man, you know what I'mma have
 Bottles in moderation, is not my operation
 I rock parties for a livin, that's my occupation
 But I'm not even sure what genre we claim
 Too many styles for my own good, got momma to blame
 I like rock & roll, hip-hop, soul, funk, and rhythm
 But they can't tell where we livin, so um, fuck the critics
 When I drink I get honest, and a little friendly
 You know I got a girl, right?
 But thanks for tryin to tempt me, love
 This must be an invention of the devils who mettle and revel in the stench of drugs
 Line up a shot or two and make it pros
 Somebody tell me why they still ain't played this late night show
 It must be me, right?
 Just waiting on the evite to run through the green light
 Instead I gotta be right and kick it with the c-lights
 I'm back to back Advils, wrapped packs, madd real
 Jacks that pack wheels, trunks full of black wheels
 And get yourself some old number siete
 Quick to help you get laid, or enrage?
 JD, blocks bleed, safely, shots lead
 And before you know it you'll be lookin at your peeper screamin.
 You are in knee deep, you need some medicine
 Once again, feel free, it's in your head again
 Come with us, believe, they wouldn't let you in, unless you paid a fee, please
 See we, we on that Jack again
 We on that Jack, we on that Jack again Dog, I was gettin out the whip, I knew it was about to be on. So I just basically left Mary in the whip, grabbed a whiskey, and headed for the crib man
 I don't like to indulge in this type of thing
 Usually I fly high, man I never blinge
 Now tonight, I'm goin in, I'mma celebrate
 Go on, pour another drink, buy another case
 My girl hates the taste, but likes it all night
 Tells me to take a shot so we can fuck or fight
 Wanna roll the dice? I'm like, hold tight
 I sip brown until it's blurry in my third eye
 Next thing you know, we bounce like
 Bed springs squeak while she's screamin another language
 I talk dirty, she treatin' me like a savage
 One more shot and I swear she takin' advantage of me
 But I don't really mind, though
 I got a piece of her mind, she got her mouth full
 I don't need medicine, nah, I don't need council
 She always asks me if I'll bring him around soon (jealous)
 I can't feel my head, it's the Lucky Number 7 again
 Tennessee, I think I owe you some racks for introducing me to my best friend - Jack
 You are in knee deep, you need some medicine
 Once again, feel free, it's in your head again
 Come with us, believe, they wouldn't let you in, unless you paid a fee, please
 See we, we on that Jack again
 We on that Jack, we on that Jack again
 

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Duration
03:57
Key
1
Tempo
90 BPM

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