Half Past Twelve-Sam Lachow

[00:00.00] Half Past Twelve (Featuring Magik) [00:01.00] [Hook: Magik] [00:01.67] Sippin' on another beer [00:02.75] You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear [00:06.81] Because I don't wanna hear [00:09.57] When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone [00:13.34] Whisky is the devil, yeah [00:15.64] But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp [00:19.61] Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels [00:22.60] When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone [00:23.25] Woah [00:24.75] [Verse 1: Sam Lachow] [00:25.66] You can find me on one, off a Whisky shot and a shotgun [00:29.37] Boom, in the shadow of the moonlight, while I'm making moves like a bus-boy, clocked in, tick-tock [00:32.42] Twelve-Thirty, this dirty martini burning, I'm talking the third-person jump up on the table blurting out (yo yo yo yo) [00:38.32] "Yo who here wants to battle Lachow, we can settle it right now, throw this hat on the ground. I'll ******* rap til' this bottle of Jack Daniels' is out. Ah-hoo-hoo, I can't wait til' my album comes out." [00:50.50] Here's to snotty bartenders, a toast to the holy whisky, a shot of enlightenment, with a chaser of loneliness [00:56.49] See I'm drunk as the next guy, but the difference is I might wanna **** around [?], I wanna find a big booty buttery bimbo breaking bottle that'll bring another bottle to me [01:02.97] I'm like Darth Vader son, off John Jameson [01:05.89] I got Leia on my saber son, not chasing none [01:08.89] My soliloquies will liquidise til' I can hear my liver cry, not fit to drive and I'm inebriated, don't care wika-wika-wika-whisky faded [01:14.83] [01:15.33] [Hook: Magik] [01:15.71] Sippin' on another beer [01:17.33] You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear [01:21.16] Because I don't wanna hear [01:22.78] When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone [01:27.27] Whisky is the devil, yeah [01:29.08] But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp [01:33.30] Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels [01:35.29] When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone [01:38.96] [01:39.22] [Verse 2: Sam Lachow] [01:39.76] Second verse, eleventh drink, second cig, another vodka, seventh hiccup, another hot-dog [01:46.02] I'm barely walking but still standing my ground, but feeling like the ground is slanted, gravity wants me knocked down [01:51.63] And I might be on, some other ****, like I just stepped off of the mothership. If I drink another I probably won't stomach it, but here we go (glug,glug,glug,cough,cough,cough) [01:58.98] I think I need a water, run around the bar taking selfies and photobombing, swimming in a river of Bombay and Tonic, with a couple chicken fingers and a Jalapeno popper, damn [02:04.97] King slowly turns disheveled man. High-fiving the devil, like I'm in a metal band [02:09.57] I never ran from a fight but I never won any either. I'm easily getting beat-up, but keep on stepping on sneakers [02:16.34] Danny Ocean off too many potions, not standing too well, off Shockers and Daniels [02:22.05] I monologue with beer-goggles on, til' I can't find the street my apartment's on. I'm belligerent, but don't push me dog, I'm gone, witchu-witchu-witchu drinking on [02:28.74] [02:28.96] [Hook: Magik] [02:29.38] Sippin' on another beer [02:31.42] You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear [02:35.25] Because I don't wanna hear [02:36.60] When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone [02:41.03] Whisky is the devil, yeah [02:43.12] But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp [02:47.44] Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels [02:49.67] When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone [02:53.68]