Part Time Hot Sauce (Prod. B.L.K.C.) Video (MV)

To thine own self be true
Live and die by your word

FULL-TIME MOTHERFUCKER
PART-TIME HOT SAUCE

Met a girl at the bar and we went dutch
Went to her house buzzed, not trying to f*ck
Don't get it twisted, she's a B cup
But when we get to bed, I'll prolly eat it up
Tiger in her closet, spider in my wallet
She knows my baby mama's, I got 99 problems

Hashbrowns for breakfast and hash on all of my cigarettes
Having some whiskey and a conversation figuring out
"Why did we land upon this f*cking planet?"
When we're trippin', the full moon and water appears
Silent witness to the next 8 hours of gettin' weird
Yeah, I don't mean to get heavy...
It's "summer lovin', pussy, liquor and drugs, turnin' it up!"...
Down in the ditches with basic witches
Gettin' wasted and ignorant
With shitty intentions of f*cking college age women
Who f*ckin love to sip on double vodka tonic
And smoke all your chronic
That f*ckin' whore Molly made her do it
Bitch! Cunt! Slut! Molly's in a rut
Strip her skin and her hide
Bathsheeba, keep bathing...
You know that stain ain't never gonna die

Lay on the floor of her shower
I'm sweating losin' my meaning
Fetal position and naked
Liquor poison just hit me
Try again to sober up...bathroom's spinnin'
Prelude to future years I'd lose it and win it
I'd kick the shit out my system if I went back to feelin ruthless
Throw myself against a wall, stare Me straight in the pupils
Then tell my Self "I f*ckin' love you, but sometimes I could kill you 'cause you're lazy but your talent shines
Look deeper..."

Another hole in my soul... evaporated?
Maybe it's lost in her mirror or in her elegant paintings
Or at her dining room table
Or in the bed where I left behind that pain on some paper...
How could I hate her?

Walked through the door, Bitches lookin' like they're cryptic
Life is what you make it and I made mine a mission
To put fire on a flame and take a piss on shit that's twisted
If you reach for what ain't yours - better double check your vision