Mayday! - On That Jack lyrics

[Hook] 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 (x4) [Bridge 1: Wrekonize] 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 f**in wit ya. Come on man, you know what I'mma have [Verse 1: Wrekonize] 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, f** 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 d** 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.. [Hook] [Bridge 2: Bernz] 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 [Verse 2: Bernz] 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 f** 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 [Hook]