Lyrics:

*Coughing*
Damn. Another day...yo

Woke up early on my born day, 28 ain't a blessin' though
My bills are stacked up high and my funds are gettin' low
I'm set to go up to this shithole local bar
So I can get some peace, plus they don't overcharge
Order my 1st shot, I'm sittin' there all alone
Some piss warm Cuervo 'cause I can't afford Patrón
They say I crossed the line 'cause I don't need no salt or lime
And I smell the liquor 'fore I take it all the time
Got problems on my mind, some I can't handle
Time for shot number 2, gimme some Jack Daniels
It's how I cope, pressure hits, I go get a brew
And after two, honestly I'm in a better mood
Round 3 I got that Jameson's Irish whiskey
Then I put it back and yeah I'm feelin' kinda tipsy
This busted bar tender's lookin' better by the minute
A few more and I gotta say I'd slide up in it
So I'm like, 'Yo, come here Miss, be friends with me'
Then shots 4 and 5 are double-fisted Hennessy
I should let it be, I'm gettin' rowdy poppin' shit
Time for number 6, but wait yo, I gotta piss
Took a leak, took my seat, now I'm tryna flirt
But the Henny's repeatin' on me every time I burp
Then the bitch told me 6 she was buying back
I said surprise me, big surprise, another shot of 'yak

I'm far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride
Everyday's the same so I, drink to hide the pain inside
So it comes to pass my time, when I breakdown and say goodbye
I begin to close my eyes, hide the pain inside

Now it's eleven on the dot and I want my 7th shot
Some ice cold Jägermeister would just hit the spot
Threw it down and said, 'Yo bartender, do a round'
I think that was 8, I'm drunk so I'm losin' count
Vision kinda spinnin' but still I want another
Now the bitch looks like Vida and I wanna' fuck her
I called her over, but Goddamn my mouth was slurrin'
So I was like fuck it, 'Just bring me out some bourbon'
Took my 9th and looked at life in another light
I went from happy to, 'Imma' start a fuckin' fight'
Thoughts were runnin' like, 'I hate myself nowadays'
I'm really broke and my seed's a thousand miles away
Baby mama always gotta bring that same drama
'Yo, bartender bring me back a shot of straight vodka'
That's number 10 but at this point does it matter
I'm half a father, half a sucker, half a fuckin' rapper
Half-assed and half the time I'm just a drunken bastard
Who smoked so many cigarettes I got a touch of asthma
Ordered my 11th, E & J and with the quickness
Took it and told the bitch 'I'll be back in twenty minutes'
I went outside, threw some punches and hit the wall
Knuckles bleedin', screamin' 'til I trip and fall
I ain't got shit at all and I don't even love myself
Fuck it, I ain't going back in, here's number 12

I'm far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride
Everyday's the same so I, drink to hide the pain inside
So it comes to pass my time, when I breakdown and say goodbye
I begin to close my eyes, hide the pain inside