Water to Wine - Peter James

One shot, down the hatch

Taking my time with the bitch in the back

Man, this bitch is the crack

Cause the way she look at me, she’ll be taking it back

So take the cocain

Light the propane

The way she looks at me

She’ll ignite the whole place

Baby what’s your name

I really don’t care

I just want to take a drank.

Uh

So pass me the bottle

Turn up the throttle

And dance like a model

We’ll start from the bottom

Please don’t be so hostile

We’ll reinvent love

Like we’re Jesus apostles

It’s mission impossible

To drink responsible

Whiskey like bullets

Take shots to abdominal

Falling like domino

Thinkin' illogical

Poppin' that ass

Like your nickname is popsicle

Pre-Chorus:

Pour another glass, turn that water to wine

Pour another glass, turn that water to wine

Pour another drink, fuck taking my time

Pour three shots, put em' all in a line

Pass me the fifth, feel like I’m falling behind

Hook:

One shot, down the hatch

Two shots, Henny Black

Three shots, getting lost

Four shots, make it back

Five shots, losing track

Six shots, cutting back

Seven shots, this my last

Eight to ten, man, I’m fully detached

Take a sip of

The plastic red cup, we pour it up.

Uh

I’m not here to

Antagonize your euphoric love.

Uh

I can’t take it

Feeling lonely, it never heals right

It feels like, death, no light

I lose sight of what’s right

Baby keep my mind off that

On the flip side, we can still ride in the back

Of the cadillac parked in the shack by the stack

Of the bottles building up, knock em down so they can crash

Baby keep my mind off rap

On the flip side, we can still ride to the track

With the bass bumped up hear the smack set us back

From the snare to the kick, leading up to the crash

One shot

Started as a sip and turned into this

Bliss in the bottom of a bottle, wine drinking made a monsta

Outta take another swig from the fifth

Lose Yourself when the bass hit…

One shot

Do not miss your chance to blow, like the speakers in back

Smacking, cracking.

Packing heat in the middle of summer

Click clack the gun back they all react to the sound like…

One shot

Ringing out the barrel, hit a man in the chest

Blessed to live, cursed to die, still no respect

Momma depressed, no regrets

Guess it doesn’t really matter it was only just…

One shot

Should have never fell in love with the drink

Thinking, sinking, pleading, calling

Keep on falling

Bullets hurt less than you think

So take another drink