Old No. 7 - MDLC/G-Eazy

It's that old number 7 always got me feeling heavenly

F**k you mean you ain't finna have a drink with me

There's dirty lies around here there's dirty highs too

And ain't no telling what the f**k a dirty mind do

It's whiskey baby and we ain't f**kin' pop stars

F**kin' rock stars no vodka with rock star

There's no colors and it's only black around the town

Hold the wheel I think I'm really f**kin' coming down

Liability for the team but what you expect

They told me finish your arms before you tat your neck

I said finish your job before you tell me that

I'ma finish this drink and I ain't coming back

This seven fifty sour match to go and get this sour patch

Problems always stem from the relationships of our past

Thanks dad it really means a lot

How the f**k could I ever think

I'd be something that you not huh

Even if I've got a place to go

And it's hard to ever call it home

And it's hard to ever call you up

See I'd rather drink all alone

And that's that s**t we're pouring up

And here's a toast to f**king up

So mom and dad expect a call

We've been sorry all along

And that's that s**t we're pouring up

And here's a toast to f**king up

So mom and dad expect a call

We've been sorry all along

Keep on living faster

Only kids trying not to go out like Casper

Every night plastered a beautiful disaster

Sorry that I did it yea I know I'ma bastard

Yea Jack Daniels taking pulls from a handle

Straight to the head in a Supreme 5 panel

Surrounded by the party and the *** and the scandal

Can't die before I get to see a Grammy on my mantle

But the pace is fast and only speeding up

Bottles in my hand so I don't need a cup

I should call my old girl come and clean me up

But I called my dealer now I'm reing up

Yea I'ma f**k up yea I know it's true

Probably never learn to live the way the grown ups do

Bad decisions f**k the standards that you hold me to

Drink away what I'm going through yea

And that's that s**t we're pouring up

And here's a toast to f**king up

So mom and dad expect a call

We've been sorry all along

And that's that s**t we're pouring up

And here's a toast to f**king up

So mom and dad expect a call

We've been sorry all along

Drinking that whisky

That old number 7

White lighter in pocket

I'm going to heaven

I'm rolling I'm so in a hole it's upsetting

My heart it is stolen my soul is just different

Drinking that whisky

That old number 7

White lighter in pocket

I'm going to heaven

I'm rolling I'm so in a hole it's upsetting

My heart it is stolen my soul is just different

And that's that s**t we're pouring up

And here's a toast to f**king up

So mom and dad expect a call

We've been sorry all along

And that's that s**t we're pouring up

And here's a toast to f**king up

So mom and dad expect a call

We've been sorry all along