Dive [Explicit]
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My mama always said when you wanna get live
You head for the place with a different vibe
The characters are strange and it's sticky inside
She said "Son, sometimes you just gotta dive"
Step inside the door and the feeling is tampered
No windows, darker than a goth chick's hamper
I break the ice fast with a beer and a sampler
Plus two smart shots, call 'em Harvard and Stanford
Yeah, I guess I'll start a tab 'cause you know that I bar back
And only drink my way a step short of the barf bag
The wallpaper's peeling and the toilet's a car crash
I'm here to party all that into the star map
Where everybody know your name
But couldn't care less if you came
Buy another round, try and keep 'em all entertained
These my people now, hear me out, this where I'm raised
And if you can't hold your liquor, better watch what you say
Ain't no bouncers in the house, but if you with me, you safe
And if I want some cheap whiskey, it's a matter of taste
I got a future so vintage, but I ain't out of place
Go ahead and finish that bottle, baby, don't be ashamed
It's all good, we all gon' do what we do
And if you halfway lucky, you end up where we do
You in the jukebox hoping that your song come through
Think I'ma need another shot of Act', I'm on like two
We divin'
I got one more drink (Just can't leave)
Feels like home (Just can't sleep)
No dress code (Just ain't me)
So if you out cold, lookie, you know where I'll be
Dive
Come on, come on, aww, yeah
Come on, come on, aww, dive
Come on, come on, aww, yeah
Come on, come on, aww, dive
Talking to a lady, hit the bar, this a has-been
Been coming here since disco, was known to get mad spins
She even said that back then, she carried a MAC-10
And fucked Hugh Hefner one summer in Aspen
Keep the shots coming, love, they're cheaper than naps are
Came here for the people and the vibe spectacular
Morse Code Mayhem, first-class rap star
Chilling in the bar 'bout the size of a cramped car
(Hey, you're stepping on my foot)
But we don't get hyphy
Last thing we all need is to die untimely
I keep on drinking 'til the sky turns light blue
And even with my shades off, I can't find me
Did my mama raise a bad man?
'Cause ain't no church for me on Sundays
Slept outside, woke up tryna sunbathe
I lost my mind somewhere in the smoke haze
Last thing I remember, I was sipping at a slow pace
One eye open at our favorite spot
I could tell you where it's at, but then I'd need a new heart
Your ass ain't been there, drinkin' Jack on the rocks
'Cause it's a whole different monster than the club up the block
Homie, it's heaven for real, but watch where you sit
Ain't no happy hour specials or a cocktail list
I know you probably here thinkin' that the place ain't shit
But ain't no spot I'd rather sit in when the lottery hit
Dive in
I got one more drink (Just can't leave)
Feels like home (Just can't sleep)
No dress code (Just ain't me)
So if you out cold, lookie, you know where I'll be
Dive
Come on, come on, aww, yeah
Come on, come on, aww, dive
Come on, come on, aww, yeah
Come on, come on, aww, dive