Deuce Video (MV)

Moonshine, and a toddy
Booze with the juice
It was deuce, it was deuce
But we always know the truth
Simple chill with no pill
Just a few, can't undo
Jimmy's talking, stop thinking
Gotta take her, I'mma get her
Now I'm sober gotta leave
Can't irrigate the seed
Stop trying to perceive
I ain't wasted no more
Be careful touching paper
It might cut with metaphors

"Hey bro, slow down, chill, it's f*cking early"

Two tripples please, add two
It's f*cking eight
Check mate, check mate
It's kinda late, volumes up
Gates open, BAC up bitch

Round and around, Hates so profound
We come from the deep so normally we drown
Till' we down, hitting you with "H"
Cause we ain't no f*cking clown

Circus at the town, so many eyes around
Some choose look at me, but I choose to look (Down)
Don't bother call me 'cause with bitches I'm done
Got 88 problems but a son ain't one (You see)
Underground's my wife, my thing is not flirting
I'm married to the eights and I ain't f*cking divorcing, no.

We dying of thirst, maybe we cursed
Don't you see we are the sons of Bacchus

It was deuce, it was deuce
But we always know the truth

It was deuce, it was deuce
But we always know the truth

It was deuce, it was deuce
But we always know the truth

It was deuce, it was deuce
But we always know the truth

It was, it was
It was motherf*cking deuce