G-Eazy - Old No. 7 lyrics

[Verse 1: Jez Dior] It's that old number 7, always got me feeling heavenly f** 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 f** a dirty mind do It's whiskey, baby, and we ain't f**in' pop stars f**in' rock stars, no vodka with Rock Star There's no colors, and it's only black around the town Hold the wheel, I think I'm really f**in' 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 patch Problems always stand from the relationships of our past Thanks, Dad, it really means a lot How the f** could I ever think I'd be something that you not, huh? [Pre-Hook: Jez Dior] 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: Jez Dior] And that's that sh** we're pouring up And here's a toast to f**ing up So mom and dad, expect a call We've been sorry all along And that's that sh** we're pouring up And here's a toast to f**ing up So mom and dad, expect a call We've been sorry all along [Verse 2: G-Eazy] 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 ba*tard Yea, Jack Daniels taking pulls from a handle Straight to the head in a Supreme 5 panel Surrounded by the party and the d** 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 old girl come and clean me up But I called my dealer now I'm reing-up Yea, I'ma f** up, yea, I know it's true Probably never learn to live the way the grown-ups do Bad decisions, f** the standards that you hold me to Drink away what I'm going through, yea [Hook: Jez Dior] And that's that sh** we're pouring up And here's a toast to f**ing up So mom and dad, expect a call We've been sorry all along And that's that sh** we're pouring up And here's a toast to f**ing up So mom and dad, expect a call We've been sorry all along [Bridge: Jez Dior] 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 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: Jez Dior] And that's that sh** we're pouring up And here's a toast to f**ing up So mom and dad, expect a call We've been sorry all along And that's that sh** we're pouring up And here's a toast to f**ing up So mom and dad, expect a call We've been sorry all along