Louis Logic - Dos Factotum lyrics

rate me

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" [scratche]

"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]