Tag: Grey Goose


Panic! at the Disco – One of the drunks is back Lyrics


Orange juice, pour out half the carton
Grey Goose, pour it, get it started
Good times, remedy your sorrows
Baptize, don’t worry about tomorrow
Shake it up, shake it up, now it’s time to dive in
Share a cup, share a cup, now you’re screw-driving
Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn it’s all good, I guess
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the
Never dry
Every day you’re thirsty, bourbon high
Sip up ’til you’re tipsy, night’s young
Searching for a feeling, big fun
Dancing with the demons, Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit
Grips you like a pistol, wet the whistle, wet the whistle
Abyss of ice crystals
Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn it’s all good, I guess
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn it’s all good
Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn it’s all good
I guess this is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Songwriters: Alex Goodwin / Brendon Boyd Urie / Jacob Scott Sinclair / Kenneth Aaron Harris / Samuel Hollander / Sidney Swift
One Of The Drunks lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music LLC
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Jonwayne – Human Condition (Rap Album Two Album)


[Verse 1]
Put my mind in my head
And my head in my hands
And my hands on this body
And my body on land
And this land on this earth
And this earth in the system
And the system in my thoughts
And my thoughts into wishes
And this wishes are just dreams
These dreams are just goals
These goals
Make a man wanna be more than that
And the ghosts just laugh
And hope that I don’t pass
This is an ode to my opposition
I know my flow is full of contradiction
And good luck getting the right brain to play with the left
But hand over breast
I’m gonna try as long as plant life sustaining my breath
The very same God used for badminton with Death
That hot smog riddled Los Angeles breath
That hard, heavy hitting old Anakin breath
And opposition get that old mannequin rest
Cause after this they know there’s no more expanding their chest

[Verse 2]
Watch me hang to the rim as these people feel the grim
My people kicking buckets like (sighs)
And that’s a fine commitment to the human condition
You say committing sin
But i say stupid decisions
You’ll throw tomato in the face of bravado
Not my fault that the Model-T is parked in the pothole
Get out my grotto
Before I get out the bottle
(Get out my face)
I don’t wanna see a doctor or hospital
I’m fine and this age is just a number
I’m seeing triple digits, no wonder
My eyesight is shit
My mind is asunder
My hands are in the cup
And my body is under
A lot of pressure with this poisonous flask
No measure when I take off the mask
Keep my soul under glass
The devil’s shopping through the window
Since I was hanging loose with these lame-ass kiddos
It’s foggy through the Grey Goose and Gray Gas indo

For real


Wiley – Lucid (Godfather Album)


[Hook]
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin’ excuses"
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I’m lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don’t take the food if you know you can’t move it (leave that there)
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive (that’s right)
I do it for my people, they say I’m lucid

[Verse 1]
All these days in a month
Tryna get everything done
When I try do too much
I don’t get anything done
Rollin’ through like a bulldozer
I go hard, here I go, here I come
Now when I think about what I wanna do
I wanna do what’s never been done
I wanna see my genre where it belongs
It’s gettin’ bigger, are you hearin’ the songs?
I wanna hail up Meridian Dan
And the rest of the Meridian Gang
Big up the youngers who were comin’ up in the game
Yes, you can make a million pound
I was with Geeneus, we made the wickedest ting
From day, we’ve been livin’ this sound

[Hook]
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin’ excuses"
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I’m lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don’t take the food if you know you can’t move it (leave that there)
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive (that’s right)
I do it for my people, they say I’m lucid

[Verse 2]
All these months in a year
Sippin’ on wine and beer
So much gyal over here
Must be love in the air
All I wanna do is party all night
So let me just make that clear
I can see bottles of the Grey Goose
I can see bottles of Belvedere
Rise in the mornin’, I put the work in
Flow’s wavy like a duck surfin’
You can stand still but the clock’s turnin’
If you don’t work then you’re not earnin’
For the right reason, I know about cash
I should have a birthday bash
Then I can draw for my
25 MCs chillin’ out back

[Hook]
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin’ excuses"
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I’m lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don’t take the food if you know you can’t move it (leave that there)
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive (that’s right)
I do it for my people, they say I’m lucid

[Verse 3]
All these dons in the crew
Bare shows, always on the move
Murk it where we go to
Man skank out, I should do a bogul
If the show’s live then I’ll do a stage dive
You got your phone out, you’re on FaceTime
Fist pumpin’ like before race time
Heart beatin’ like it’s police chase time
I’ve been given new time
I’ve learned loads and loads through time
Let me give a shout to my scene one time
Let me give a shout to my scene two time
Now I get clocked like a sport shoe sign
Man jump ahead like more food time
I can still spray up the riddims
Of the oldest or the new grime

[Hook]
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin’ excuses"
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I’m lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don’t take the food if you know you can’t move it (leave that there)
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive (that’s right)
I do it for my people, they say I’m lucid