On That Jack - ¡MAYDAY!

You are in knee deep, you need some medicine

Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again

Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please

See we, we on that Jack again

We on that Jack, we on that Jack again Oh, yeah, let me get a vodka tonic,

with a little bit of pineapple juice, and cranberry, and an umbrella in it

Nah, I’m fuckin wit ya.

Come on man, you know what I’mma have

Bottles in moderation, is not my operation

I rock parties for a livin, that’s my occupation

But I’m not even sure what genre we claim

Too many styles for my own good, got momma to blame

I like rock & roll, hip-hop, soul, funk, and rhythm

But they can’t tell where we livin, so um, fuck the critics

When I drink I get honest, and a little friendly

You know I got a girl, right?

But thanks for tryin to tempt me, love

This must be an invention of the devils who mettle and revel in the stench of

drugs

Line up a shot or two and make it pros

Somebody tell me why they still ain’t played this late night show

It must be me, right?

Just waiting on the evite to run through the green light

Instead I gotta be right and kick it with the c-lights

I’m back to back Advils, wrapped packs, madd real

Jacks that pack wheels, trunks full of black wheels

And get yourself some old number siete

Quick to help you get laid, or enrage?

JD, blocks bleed, safely, shots lead

And before you know it you’ll be lookin at your peeper screamin.

You are in knee deep, you need some medicine

Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again

Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please

See we, we on that Jack again

We on that Jack, we on that Jack again Dog, I was gettin out the whip,

I knew it was about to be on.

So I just basically left Mary in the whip,

grabbed a whiskey, and headed for the crib man

I don’t like to indulge in this type of thing

Usually I fly high, man I never blinge

Now tonight, I’m goin in, I’mma celebrate

Go on, pour another drink, buy another case

My girl hates the taste, but likes it all night

Tells me to take a shot so we can fuck or fight

Wanna roll the dice?

I’m like, hold tight

I sip brown until it’s blurry in my third eye

Next thing you know, we bounce like

Bed springs squeak while she’s screamin another language

I talk dirty, she treatin' me like a savage

One more shot and I swear she takin' advantage of me

But I don’t really mind, though

I got a piece of her mind, she got her mouth full

I don’t need medicine, nah, I don’t need council

She always asks me if I’ll bring him around soon (jealous)

I can’t feel my head, it’s the Lucky Number 7 again

Tennessee, I think I owe you some racks for introducing me to my best friend —

Jack

You are in knee deep, you need some medicine

Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again

Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please

See we, we on that Jack again

We on that Jack, we on that Jack again