Jack Daniels

Next time never been my thing
So next time ain't gonna be with me
I'm on Sunset cooking in the lab, 4 AM
Got my girl at the crib foreplayin'
And I'm cruising down the motherfucking Boulevard
You should cop the album
Man, that shit feel like a rookie card
I should sign that shit
And I go out on the, weekend
Swimming in all these shallow thoughts from the deep end
That's why I'm tweakin'
Pour it up
That Jack Daniels, wash away my sadness
For the money and the fame and the antics
Man, god damn it
So pour me some Jack Daniels
That Jack Daniels, last man standing
For the money and the fame and the antics
For the pain they don't really see the damage
Just me and my boy Jack Daniels
I do it for my mama back at home
I'm doing everything I can, yes you know
Yes you know
And my fam got problems, I got issues
And you do too, that's why I miss you
Even when I'm with you
Girl I fuck with you but I feel like I got nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide, no one's inside the reasons why
I don't know
No, I don't know
So pour it up
That Jack Daniels, wash away my sadness
For the money and the fame and the antics
Man, god damn it
So pour me some Jack Daniels
That Jack Daniels, last man standing
For the money and the fame and the antics
For the pain they don't really see the damage
Just me and my boy Jack Daniels
Fuck the fame, I don't want it no more
Let's hit a day on the Mornin'
That Mary Jane marijuana when I wanna
I got me a girl I love a lot more
She's the only one that I can stop for
The game driving me away like a cop car
I miss you but I think I miss myself more



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Writer(s): Michael Seander, Louis Bell, Kahri Mateen
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