Old No. 7 (feat. G-Eazy)

It's that old number 7, always got me feeling heavenly

**** you mean you ain't finna have a drink with me?

There’s dirty lies around here, there’s dirty highs too

And ain’t no telling what the **** a dirty mind do

It’s whiskey, baby, and we ain't ****in’ pop stars

****in’ rock stars, no vodka with Rock Star

There’s no colors, and it’s only black around the town

Hold the wheel, I think I’m really ****in’ coming down

Liability for the team, but what you expect

They told me, “Finish your arms before you tat your neck”

I said, “Finish your job before you tell me that”

I’ma finish this drink and I ain't coming back

This seven-fifty sour match to go and get this sour patch

Problems always stand from the relationships of our past

Thanks, Dad, it really means a lot

How the **** could I ever think I’d be something that you not, huh?

Even if I've got a place to go

And it’s hard to ever call it home

And it’s hard to ever call you up

See I’d rather drink all alone

And that's that s**t we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to ****ing up

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along

And that's that s**t we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to ****ing up

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along

Keep on living faster

Only kids trying not to go out like Casper

Every night plastered, a beautiful disaster

Sorry that I did it, yea, I know I’ma bastard

Yea, Jack Daniels taking pulls from a handle

Straight to the head in a Supreme 5 panel

Surrounded by the party and the x and the scandal

Can’t die before I get to see a Grammy on my mantle

But the pace is fast and only speeding up

Bottles in my hand so I don’t need a cup

I should call my old girl come and clean me up

But I called my dealer now I’m reing-up

Yea, I’ma **** up, yea, I know it’s true

Probably never learn to live the way the grown-ups do

Bad decisions, **** the standards that you hold me to

Drink away what I’m going through, yea

And that's that s**t we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to ****ing up

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along

And that's that s**t we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to ****ing up

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along

Drinking that whisky

That old number 7

White lighter in pocket

I’m going to heaven

I’m rolling, I’m so in a hole it’s upsetting

My heart it is stolen, my soul is just different

Drinking that whisky

That old number 7

White lighter in pocket

I’m going to heaven

I’m rolling, I’m so in a hole it’s upsetting

My heart it is stolen, my soul is just different

And that's that s**t we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to ****ing up

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along

And that's that s**t we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to ****ing up

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along