What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPA's or Poetry?
Catch me sippin' stoically, raspy but I'm roaming free
This my fifth week straight with two beers each day
The nukes haven't detonate and Este still ain't drinking welterweight
Seltzer with an ipa moving like a snail
Shipwrecked before my ship even ever set sail
Excuse me... I'll take two of your best ale
New Yorker next to me objectin' that his Jets failed
No ring since '68, sippin' Goose that's Grey
I fumbled my cash flow then fell down a black hole
I got my vision like fractal halfway to asshole
Fragment my psyche just drink it like Nike
Tinder date with a Pisces she had a thing for sports
But I couldn't relate so now I watch her face distort
Is it strange I like the bitter taste more?
Will the next two *bars* make this a lame four?
Hopefully not, I'll roll with a squad and go to the spots all over the block
Not smokin' the schwap, I'm doper than pot, provokin' y'all to indulge in the hops
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
Raspy but I'm roamin' free, tryna close my T-A-B
But this lady lookin' like a B-A-double-D-I-E
Ask me for a cheap drank, but it cost
13.50, what a B-I-T-C
Hate
The fact that if I hang out with anyone imma be hungover
I'm sick and tired of coping with copious cups of Folgers
Soak my frontal lobe with poison till I'm buckling over poiseless
Struggling with coitus and short breath until I'm voiceless
Should I resist makin' all these bad choices?
Or fist a fifth and Act A Fool to get the boys lit?
That might be Ludacris, and I ain't new to this
Pardon the youthful shit, my kookiness voluminess
Who is this young man parched lips and brain cramps
DNA the same stance that made my mother strain fam
If destiny be genetic, no part of me 'pologetic
Never claimed I was angelic so this stream of brews is endless
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry
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What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPA's or Poetry?
Catch me sippin' stoically, raspy but I'm roaming free
This my fifth week straight with two beers each day
The nukes haven't detonate and Este still ain't drinking welterweight
Seltzer with an ipa moving like a snail
Shipwrecked before my ship even ever set sail
Excuse me... I'll take two of your best ale
New Yorker next to me objectin' that his Jets failed
No ring since '68, sippin' Goose that's Grey
I fumbled my cash flow then fell down a black hole
I got my vision like fractal halfway to asshole
Fragment my psyche just drink it like Nike
Tinder date with a Pisces she had a thing for sports
But I couldn't relate so now I watch her face distort
Is it strange I like the bitter taste more?
Will the next two *bars* make this a lame four?
Hopefully not, I'll roll with a squad and go to the spots all over the block
Not smokin' the schwap, I'm doper than pot, provokin' y'all to indulge in the hops
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
Raspy but I'm roamin' free, tryna close my T-A-B
But this lady lookin' like a B-A-double-D-I-E
Ask me for a cheap drank, but it cost
13.50, what a B-I-T-C
Hate
The fact that if I hang out with anyone imma be hungover
I'm sick and tired of coping with copious cups of Folgers
Soak my frontal lobe with poison till I'm buckling over poiseless
Struggling with coitus and short breath until I'm voiceless
Should I resist makin' all these bad choices?
Or fist a fifth and Act A Fool to get the boys lit?
That might be Ludacris, and I ain't new to this
Pardon the youthful shit, my kookiness voluminess
Who is this young man parched lips and brain cramps
DNA the same stance that made my mother strain fam
If destiny be genetic, no part of me 'pologetic
Never claimed I was angelic so this stream of brews is endless
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPA's or Poetry?
Catch me sippin' stoically, raspy but I'm roaming free
This my fifth week straight with two beers each day
The nukes haven't detonate and Este still ain't drinking welterweight
Seltzer with an ipa moving like a snail
Shipwrecked before my ship even ever set sail
Excuse me... I'll take two of your best ale
New Yorker next to me objectin' that his Jets failed
No ring since '68, sippin' Goose that's Grey
I fumbled my cash flow then fell down a black hole
I got my vision like fractal halfway to asshole
Fragment my psyche just drink it like Nike
Tinder date with a Pisces she had a thing for sports
But I couldn't relate so now I watch her face distort
Is it strange I like the bitter taste more?
Will the next two *bars* make this a lame four?
Hopefully not, I'll roll with a squad and go to the spots all over the block
Not smokin' the schwap, I'm doper than pot, provokin' y'all to indulge in the hops
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
Raspy but I'm roamin' free, tryna close my T-A-B
But this lady lookin' like a B-A-double-D-I-E
Ask me for a cheap drank, but it cost
13.50, what a B-I-T-C
Hate
The fact that if I hang out with anyone imma be hungover
I'm sick and tired of coping with copious cups of Folgers
Soak my frontal lobe with poison till I'm buckling over poiseless
Struggling with coitus and short breath until I'm voiceless
Should I resist makin' all these bad choices?
Or fist a fifth and Act A Fool to get the boys lit?
That might be Ludacris, and I ain't new to this
Pardon the youthful shit, my kookiness voluminess
Who is this young man parched lips and brain cramps
DNA the same stance that made my mother strain fam
If destiny be genetic, no part of me 'pologetic
Never claimed I was angelic so this stream of brews is endless
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
I ain't seen the sober me I'm pissing on a clover leaf
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
Catch me sippin stoically raspy but I'm roaming free
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry?
What are my priorities? IPAs or Poetry
Writer: Smyth & Este
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid