Half Past Twelve (Featuring Magik)

Half Past Twelve (Featuring Magik)
[Hook: Magik]
Sippin on another beer
You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear
Because I dont wanna hear
When its half-past twelve, and Im half-past gone
Whisky is the devil, yeah
But she got me on that level and Im feeling like a pimp
Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels
When its half-past twelve, and Im half-past gone
Woah
[Verse 1: Sam Lachow]
You can find me on one, off a Whisky shot and a shotgun
Boom , in the shadow of the moonlight, while Im making moves like a bus-boy, clocked in, tick-tock
Twelve-Thirty, this dirty martini burning, Im talking the third-person jump up on the table blurting out ( yo yo yo yo)
'Yo who here wants to battle Lachow, we can settle it right now, throw this hat on the ground. Ill ******* rap til this bottle of Jack Daniels is out. Ah -hoo-hoo, I cant wait til my album comes out.'
Heres to snotty bartenders, a toast to the holy whisky, a shot of enlightenment, with a chaser of loneliness
See Im drunk as the next guy , but the difference is I might wanna **** around [?], I wanna find a big booty buttery bimbo breaking bottle thatll bring another bottle to me
Im like Darth Vader son, off John Jameson
I got Leia on my saber son, not chasing none
My soliloquies will liquidise til I can hear my liver cry, not fit to drive and Im inebriated, dont care wika-wika-wika-whisky faded

[Hook : Magik]
Sippin on another beer
You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear
Because I dont wanna hear
When its half-past twelve, and Im half-past gone
Whisky is the devil, yeah
But she got me on that level and Im feeling like a pimp
Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels
When its half-past twelve, and Im half-past gone

[Verse 2: Sam Lachow]
Second verse, eleventh drink, second cig, another vodka, seventh hiccup, another hot-dog
Im barely walking but still standing my ground, but feeling like the ground is slanted , gravity wants me knocked down
And I might be on, some other ****, like I just stepped off of the mothership. If I drink another I probably wont stomach it, but here we go (glug,glug, glug,cough,cough,cough)
I think I need a water, run around the bar taking selfies and photobombing, swimming in a river of Bombay and Tonic, with a couple chicken fingers and a Jalapeno popper, damn
King slowly turns disheveled man. High-fiving the devil, like Im in a metal band
I never ran from a fight but I never won any either. Im easily getting beat-up, but keep on stepping on sneakers
Danny Ocean off too many potions, not standing too well, off Shockers and Daniels
I monologue with beer-goggles on, til I cant find the street my apartments on. Im belligerent, but dont push me dog, Im gone, witchu -witchu-witchu drinking on

[Hook: Magik]
Sippin on another beer
You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear
Because I dont wanna hear
When its half-past twelve, and Im half-past gone
Whisky is the devil, yeah
But she got me on that level and Im feeling like a pimp
Smooth-ass , wood-grind wheels
When its half-past twelve, and Im half-past gone