"Whiskey For The Wine (Remix)" lyrics
Lil Man J & That Mexican OT Lyrics
Well, well, well (Haha)
Well, well, well (I'm gonna take another sip)
And my mom says I need Jesus
Oh, no, no, no
I don't hate, I don't hate the bottle (I don't hate the bottle)
I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me
Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)
And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine
Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God
Intoxicated off a Mary and I don't know where to go
But I know I'm on the road, so let's get it on
I know my momma would be proud of me because I rap and yeah, I sing
Before it happened, she had seen me kill it on the road
Down in base of the Texas we got a whole lotta bitches and whole lotta guns
We cause a whole lotta hell, when have a whole lotta fun, pistol with a drum
We be burnin' Texas nights, yeah, we been on [?]
Middle fingers to the sky, doin' what we want (Doin' what we want)
I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me
Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)
And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine
Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God
When it all falls down
Tell me, what do we have now?
When there's no more sips and I miss your lips
My head is spinning around
How could something so toxic be so intoxicating? Sedating?
Yet I'm impatient to get you adjacent
Love, hate relation
Left my heart racing, but
I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me
Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)
And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine
Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God
Well, well, well (I'm gonna take another sip)
And my mom says I need Jesus
Oh, no, no, no
I don't hate, I don't hate the bottle (I don't hate the bottle)
I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me
Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)
And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine
Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God
Intoxicated off a Mary and I don't know where to go
But I know I'm on the road, so let's get it on
I know my momma would be proud of me because I rap and yeah, I sing
Before it happened, she had seen me kill it on the road
Down in base of the Texas we got a whole lotta bitches and whole lotta guns
We cause a whole lotta hell, when have a whole lotta fun, pistol with a drum
We be burnin' Texas nights, yeah, we been on [?]
Middle fingers to the sky, doin' what we want (Doin' what we want)
I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me
Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)
And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine
Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God
When it all falls down
Tell me, what do we have now?
When there's no more sips and I miss your lips
My head is spinning around
How could something so toxic be so intoxicating? Sedating?
Yet I'm impatient to get you adjacent
Love, hate relation
Left my heart racing, but
I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me
Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)
And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine
Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God
