Eeeeeverybody thought they could handle it. scoffs Remember those teenage dreams, the ones where you' re out partying and heavy drinking with friends? I mean, we all wanted to be "cool" right? Look at y' all ***** now.
You got a license to sip but surprise...I' m spicy as ****
But nevermind me
just over here sittin' brown and pretty.
Who would' ve thought it' ll be me
to leave 'em down in pity?
It' s a funny thing really...
They taste just an itty-bitty
and just like that...
their minds change really quickly.
THE BAR ISN' T FOR YOU BLUFFING BOZOS!!
Pretentious patronizing peacocks.
Posing like you' re prepared to partake in these shots.
THESE SHOTS ??!
Oh baby...
I may be cool to the touch
but I go down real hot.
They call me Whiskey!
I' m nothing from your teapot.
I guess that' s why they treat me like
I' m toxin.
But how can you blame me??
'Cause I can cut through your ********
and I just happen to be as strong as an oxen?
You want water...drink water.
You have that option.
But nooo...
you insist on trying to water me down to make some new concoction.
BUT I' M MR.WHISKEY BABY AND I DON' T NEED NO **** INTRODUCTION!
Why would I?
When you can just get to know me.
How you gon' claim you family
when you ain' even tried to be the homie?
Let me take you to the School of Hard Knocks.
Free enrolling.
See, we work on standing tall
while you work on your pretty posing.
For all the ******** we bulldozin'.
No pulpits but toolkits for what' s broken.
Broken news for the snakes in the grass...
we lawn mowin'.
See,
there' s included
and there' s Chosen.
Having a lot to say
doesn' t mean you' re outspoken.
Yet,
it is so quiet in this lane...
you can hear the pins drop.
Let' s get to bowling.
Spare me
all those fairy...tales
of being treated fairly.
You barely
flex that muscle yourself...
must not lift heavy.
You' re scary.
Too afraid to leave that zone of comfort
and be daring.
You feel the walls nearing,
closing in on ya'.
So tight, they touch your earrings.
Let' s raise our glasses.
Here' s to pretending.
Pretending to uphold the truth
hoping no one notices the bending.
Here' s to our roots.
Pointless traditions
with no signs of ending.
To those tiff-splitting relationships
that' ll take too much time mending.
And last but certainly not least,
to our prides
that we hold onto like a prize,
may you stay strong
and may you stay defending.
Salute.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC
Eeeeeverybody thought they could handle it. scoffs Remember those teenage dreams, the ones where you' re out partying and heavy drinking with friends? I mean, we all wanted to be "cool" right? Look at y' all ***** now.
You got a license to sip but surprise...I' m spicy as ****
But nevermind me
just over here sittin' brown and pretty.
Who would' ve thought it' ll be me
to leave 'em down in pity?
It' s a funny thing really...
They taste just an itty-bitty
and just like that...
their minds change really quickly.
THE BAR ISN' T FOR YOU BLUFFING BOZOS!!
Pretentious patronizing peacocks.
Posing like you' re prepared to partake in these shots.
THESE SHOTS ??!
Oh baby...
I may be cool to the touch
but I go down real hot.
They call me Whiskey!
I' m nothing from your teapot.
I guess that' s why they treat me like
I' m toxin.
But how can you blame me??
'Cause I can cut through your ********
and I just happen to be as strong as an oxen?
You want water...drink water.
You have that option.
But nooo...
you insist on trying to water me down to make some new concoction.
BUT I' M MR.WHISKEY BABY AND I DON' T NEED NO **** INTRODUCTION!
Why would I?
When you can just get to know me.
How you gon' claim you family
when you ain' even tried to be the homie?
Let me take you to the School of Hard Knocks.
Free enrolling.
See, we work on standing tall
while you work on your pretty posing.
For all the ******** we bulldozin'.
No pulpits but toolkits for what' s broken.
Broken news for the snakes in the grass...
we lawn mowin'.
See,
there' s included
and there' s Chosen.
Having a lot to say
doesn' t mean you' re outspoken.
Yet,
it is so quiet in this lane...
you can hear the pins drop.
Let' s get to bowling.
Spare me
all those fairy...tales
of being treated fairly.
You barely
flex that muscle yourself...
must not lift heavy.
You' re scary.
Too afraid to leave that zone of comfort
and be daring.
You feel the walls nearing,
closing in on ya'.
So tight, they touch your earrings.
Let' s raise our glasses.
Here' s to pretending.
Pretending to uphold the truth
hoping no one notices the bending.
Here' s to our roots.
Pointless traditions
with no signs of ending.
To those tiff-splitting relationships
that' ll take too much time mending.
And last but certainly not least,
to our prides
that we hold onto like a prize,
may you stay strong
and may you stay defending.
Salute.