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Good Drank, Good Dank Video (MV)




Performed By: Nick!
Length: 3:29
Written by: Nicholas Baxley




Nick! - Good Drank, Good Dank Lyrics




Would it kill you if I take another
Would you grab me if I'm goin' under
Why we fall apart at the end of Summer
You gave me scars, but I keep 'em covered
It's hard to breathe when you lose a lover
Kill this bottle underneath the cupboard
Voices in my head try to tell me somethin'
I hear the words, but they tell me nothin'
See you in my dreams, but I don't in person
I let you in the loop, thought that you was worth it
Back and forth I know we don't deserve it
I can take it, but I know you hurtin'
Hang the phone up, I ain't got much to say
Everything straight, I just gotta get away
Gettin' rid of pictures that I never should've saved
Watch it catch up with me, gotta kill the flame
I been out the state a little ways, feelin' great
Out on bond, no stressin' straight flexin' eatin' steak
VVS's on my face, two bitches wearin' lace
At the room just waitin' for me to take 'em where they never been
You ain't a ten , then I'm celibate
You countin' twenty's, we got blue money comin' and a hell of it
F*ck a check up for the hell of it
Cut you off, take my loss for the hell of it

Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Cash like the bank, can't let you stay
Al the shit on my plate, what would you think
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Cash like the bank, can't let you stay
Al the shit on my plate, what would you think
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank

I'm a little too f*cked up
Still up in the club, 1:51, I'm 'bout to get you undone
All your girls talkin' shit sayin', "Better not get back with him"
But its only 'cause they want some
I done got adjusted lump sums, come from where they cut some
Take it in the club, make it jump into a lump sum
Let me get it if you want some
Get up in it, I'ma kill it 'til it go numb
Think I need a new bezel, somethin' cold cut
Certain shit I can't talk about, mouth shut
Ain't no lookin' back, never pass us
Stress tryin' to get the best, gotta gas up
We could roll it up, we could pour some
We could be the ones, tellin' no one
I could beat it up, if you want some
We about to run out, need some more ones

Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Cash like the bank, can't let you stay
Al the shit on my plate, what would you think
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Cash like the bank, can't let you stay
Al the shit on my plate, what would you think
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
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Would it kill you if I take another
Would you grab me if I'm goin' under
Why we fall apart at the end of Summer
You gave me scars, but I keep 'em covered
It's hard to breathe when you lose a lover
Kill this bottle underneath the cupboard
Voices in my head try to tell me somethin'
I hear the words, but they tell me nothin'
See you in my dreams, but I don't in person
I let you in the loop, thought that you was worth it
Back and forth I know we don't deserve it
I can take it, but I know you hurtin'
Hang the phone up, I ain't got much to say
Everything straight, I just gotta get away
Gettin' rid of pictures that I never should've saved
Watch it catch up with me, gotta kill the flame
I been out the state a little ways, feelin' great
Out on bond, no stressin' straight flexin' eatin' steak
VVS's on my face, two bitches wearin' lace
At the room just waitin' for me to take 'em where they never been
You ain't a ten , then I'm celibate
You countin' twenty's, we got blue money comin' and a hell of it
F*ck a check up for the hell of it
Cut you off, take my loss for the hell of it

Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Cash like the bank, can't let you stay
Al the shit on my plate, what would you think
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Cash like the bank, can't let you stay
Al the shit on my plate, what would you think
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank

I'm a little too f*cked up
Still up in the club, 1:51, I'm 'bout to get you undone
All your girls talkin' shit sayin', "Better not get back with him"
But its only 'cause they want some
I done got adjusted lump sums, come from where they cut some
Take it in the club, make it jump into a lump sum
Let me get it if you want some
Get up in it, I'ma kill it 'til it go numb
Think I need a new bezel, somethin' cold cut
Certain shit I can't talk about, mouth shut
Ain't no lookin' back, never pass us
Stress tryin' to get the best, gotta gas up
We could roll it up, we could pour some
We could be the ones, tellin' no one
I could beat it up, if you want some
We about to run out, need some more ones

Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Cash like the bank, can't let you stay
Al the shit on my plate, what would you think
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
Cash like the bank, can't let you stay
Al the shit on my plate, what would you think
Pour up some drank, roll up some dank
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Writer: Nicholas Baxley
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