Jez Dior - Old No. 7 lyrics

rate me

Feat. G-Eazy

(Verse)

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

Fuck 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 fuck a dirty mind do

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

Fuckin’ rock stars, no vodka with rockstar

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

Hold the wheel, I think I’m really fuckin’ 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 pass

Problems always stand from the relationships of our past

Thanks Dad, it really means a lot

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

(Pre-Hook)

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

(Hook x2)

And that's that shit we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to fuckin' up

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along

(Verse)

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

Yeah, Jack Daniels taking pulls from a handle

Straight to the head in a 'preme 5 panel

Surrounded by the party and the drugs 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 ol' girl come and clean me up

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

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

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

Bad decisions, fuck the standards that you hold me to

Drink away what I’m going thru, yeah

(Hook)

And that's that shit we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to fuckin' ups

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along

(Outro x2)

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

(Hook x2)

And that's that shit we’re pouring up

And here's a toast to fuckin' up

So mom and dad, expect a call

We've been sorry all along

Thanks to CBerger for correcting these lyrics