Dos Factotum — текст песни (Louis Logic)

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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