Dos Factotum lyrics

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Before settin it off {*scratch from original "Factotum"*



[Louis Logic]

... Fresh from a court runnin from a bar tab

Drivin drunk with car lag in need of a barf bag

I left my smart half on the hard path to recovery

With hangover hovering I took a bath in the bubbly

I woke up in the trash, cold clutchin a flask

With a wino askin for some from me, but there`s no stuff in my stash

I`m so stuck in a glass but insist on throwin Rollin Rocks

Shades drawn, doors closed and locked, hopin no one knocks

I`m in a lonely spot

Nowhere, and I want some some Stoli shots

Like I don`t care if my AA sponsor knows or not

I`ll spend a week soaked in scotch on Venice Beach with the vagrants

Then I`m... leavin for Vegas

But I`m penny free, and owe a lot of dough

to spot my landlord and old lady liks

It`s like I said, she likes to collect, she don`t babysit



[Hook]

"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*

I`m the lush president of the wino section

Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it`s like... "Shorty let me

tell you `bout my only vice" {*scratched*

"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*

I been at war with lady liks and can`t find no weapons

Or find protection on my coldest nights, it`s like... "Shorty let me tell

you `bout my only vice" {*scratched*



So basically, my drinkin schedule`s 8 to 3

But wait and see I bet you I can make the rate increase

Until I start sprayin my vomit on my Old Navy fleece

So sayeth the logic, so say the sheep

My next commandment, to drink a case a piece at least

To set the standard, a buncha drunks that`s dead from cancer

Leave your 12 steps abandoned on the way to the bar

A convoy that`s on joy juice racin their cars

Drinkin grain from a jar, that`s moonshine to the Leigh men in bars

And soon I`m hearin angels with harps

Perhaps it`s beepin horns and I`m crossin lanes in my car

And sleepin on the job but made it so far, I`m thinkin ain`t this bizarre

It`s kinda freezin`, tryna find the reason

When I realized my gates were ajar

I took the Nestea plunge straight to the tar, but never jumped

Then I awoke in a pool of my puke where I had left my lunch



[Hook]

"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*

I`m the lush president of the wino section

Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it`s like... "Shorty let me

tell you `bout my only vice" {*scratched*

"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*

I been at war with lady liks and can`t find no weapons

Or find protection on my coldest nights, it`s like... "Shorty let me tell

you `bout my only vice" {*scratched*



I was born of beer kegs in college dorms and molotov mixtures

Fists up, breakin bottles off niggas

Make escape doin the hundred yard dash, comin from a car crash,

That`s what I call a runnin bar tab, back to the lab

When an undercover car passed after my ass

Dropped to my knees and my hands in the grass

A straight shot to the trees beside my door, but I`d forgotten my keys,

plus I had too much brandy to last, so I hopped to my feet

My hands were both clasped stoppin the stream

If I puked the cop would probably see

But he was watchin me flee on wobbily feet, at least that`s what I`m thinkin

That`s when he tackled me stagnant and stinkin

I said, "No way occifer, I haven`t been drinkin"

Then he said, "You`re under arrest kid, and we`re goin back to the precinct"



[Hook]

"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*

I`m the lush president of the wino section

Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it`s like... "Shorty let me

tell you `bout my only vice" {*scratched*

"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*

I been at war with lady liks and can`t find no weapons

Or find protection in this lonely life, it`s like... "Shorty let me tell you

`bout my only vice" {*scratched*
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