La whisky.
La whisky.
La whisky.
5 stars, late night, 5 clubs, down down, my nose, no tank, few peels, around.
Coste national suit, no tie, Edwin Preach's, my style.
There's Jacob, Edmond Hyde, and my eagle on the side, pure.
No soda, my perfume, my limit, no, just watching me, I'm falling down, less from the can, I'm falling, my Susie, oh.
I got it, that's true, got your sand, too strong, just one, I'm falling down, less accrues into the ground.
There's no word, my size, step by step, even now, I'm sweating like a bitch, just watching me, I'm falling down.
No plans, I hear a creature, I hear a gentleman's whisky, I'm back down.
Me, me, I'm sweating out, I can almost hit, there's a breeze, I'm on.
Like a warrior, I don't know, there's my life, I'm not cruising, she may, bitch, there's my cooking.
Strike mine, domain, plate mine, sustain, I'm so trapped, I'm falling down, I better just start to kill, oh yeah, I'm sailing.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
