Factotum - Louis Logic

Yo, before setting' it off know that the predator draws

More blood than an open wound against the leading competitor’s gauze

Leaving sores on bleeding jaws on the path

You should keep your eyes on Louis Logic & the drunken pies on icon

Misconstruing optical illusions when boozing as bottles ooze and

Love songs of us getting our drunk on

Tippin' tequila 'til my tongue’s warm, then fall off the stage

Pass out while writing a rhyme and scroll off the page

Wake up in a rage with the shakes, where’s my love gone?

I’m un-calm, a bottle of Jack at my lips

And a Guinness I.V.

in one arm, Bass Ale in the other

Makes tonight’s Black & Tan, but I still fail to recover

I hit step six and my train of thought derails from the others

Daydreaming of a damsel with grain-alcohol wet lips

So it’s a Beck’s fifth for breakfast

I’ll count it as the juice from that food group and mark it off the checklist

«When I get bent, I must represent»

«It's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof»

«Shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice»

I gotta…

«Drink a beer

«Now gimme that

«When I get bent I must represent, no question

«I drink a Guinness Stout

«I take a small swig» (x2)

«Tap it and then crack it…

I was born to beer kegs at college dorms and pop’s liquor cabinet

My drunken slur is like a British accent

Cause when I’m taking a flask to my face 'til I lay in the grass

And erase every trace of my past

I’m reborn a secret agent whose feet beat the pavement to the bar stool

At a bar full of drunken drivers called the carpool

With a preacher at my right side, a cop at my left

Double-fisting a bottle of Beck’s and a vodka and Schweppes

I spit a sad life story with a Scotch intellect

And nod off in the middle, that’s the possum effect

I’m still alive though, even after the shit close, I’m outside

Sharing sips of Cisco while I chill with a wino

Who suffers from bottle neglect

He need a pint of self esteem, plus a shot of respect

With such a delicate habit, it’s a lot to protect

Cause Lady Liks is like a landlord, she got to collect

The drunken dragon’s emerged from hibernation in a musky dungeon cavern

With an unparralled thirst that’s unimagined

Swerving an old suburban with the front end crashed in

Signs of a hard night previous, start a devious bar fight

And escape with a six pack of Miller Lite and a cape

Draped over my shoulders with a mask hiding my face

I erase my own identity, and I’m not even speaking governmentally

First name is surname, scene from a memory in a black out

I was found with my back out, naked assed

It’s like my friends are proposing cause they afraid to ask

Is Logic’s doin' the shit that made 'em late to class?

The fool is back in the china shop, I got to break the glass

After toastin' with Icon, we raise the magic potion

And the drunken addits notion last devotion

Now that my bladder’s soakin' with metaphors in it

I retreat to my suite at the Betty Ford clinic

«Pass the forty, pass me the forty, pass it if you may»

«Pass the forty, pass the forty»

«Pass the forty, pass me the forty, pass it if you may»

«Pass the forty cause my mothers not lookin'»