Ta Kill Ya by Logic One Lyrics
[INTRO]
(Logic, haha. Yeah)
[VERSE 1]
This for all my tequila snobs, we about to get faded right
Stumblin’ in her house, hella late at night
Sayin’ “Oh my goodness what’s my problem! Why the fuck is my head throbbin’!”
Never again, but then I wake up like “Let’s do this shit” tomorrow
What’s my silence? I don’t know, might become an alcoholic
Cause the homies Joe and Bryan are the Kraken at the bottom
Take a shot, hope my liver’s gonna forgive me
‘Cause I borrow so much energy from ‘im but I got this remedy from it
It goes, Warm piss, an egg yolk and a sandwich, follow my steps if you can manage
I’d be damned if I get a hangover until I can’t stand it
Turn down a shot when it get’s handed
Man it’s somethin’ bout the taste that’s got me infatuated
Then econ got me wonderin’ why the hell did I take it?
I tried other liquor but nothin’ else gets me faded
Like a shot of 18, yo, Logic One is my name and
[HOOK]
If you come drinkin’ with my people, then you about to get fucked up
And don’t let yo’ thoughts deceive you
‘Cause I don’t know nobody who can drink like us
From the night time all the way to the AM
We’ll be a black blur and you might upchuck
So if you say you’re down, let’s get mas tequila
And we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
[VERSE 2]
So let me get a round of shots with no chaser
I don’t need to follow it down and then miss all
Homie you can throw it on the tab
“Yo I’m sorry sir I can’t”
Wait, you tryna tell me I'm cut off?
“Yea”
Shit, you better put your hand on that bottle
And get to pourin’, or you finna be snorin’
Sportin’ two black eyes from 2 black guys
Don’t make me force it
Fuck the policy, I’m tryin’ to enjoy this
You act like you actually gotta enforce it
Thru the bottom of these Jordans were drawn like the crazy
We gon’ rush the bar, makin’ security’s job more important
Snatchin’ everythin, from the well, up to the imported
We gon’ be on world star, riotin’ and gettin’ recorded
“Calm down sir, or I’m going to call security”
You think security’s gonna help you, nigga?!
You think this is a game nigga?
This ain’t no game nigga!
THIS! IS! SPARTA!
[VERSE 3]
You gon’ catch a boot to the chest
Start losin’ yo’ breath
Cause we get vibin’ with this liquor
While you suit upper-deck
Jessie and J-Swizz comin’ at whoever they step
Stylin’ sweaters comin’ at yo crewnecks
(Kill ya!)
[HOOK]
If you come drinkin’ with my people, then you ‘bout to get fucked up
And don’t let yo’ thoughts deceive you
‘Cause I don’t know nobody who can drink like us
From the night time all the way to the AM
We’ll be a black blur and you might upchuck
So if you say you’re down, let’s get mas tequila
And we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
Wait, and we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up?
Baby, and we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
And we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
I said we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
[OUTRO]
This is a PSA, tellin how we don’t play
You think I’m bad? You shoulda seen my casino days
Now we just bar-hop, sip off patron at the bridge
There’s problems? My nigga it is what it is
(Ha, Logic! One!)
(Those guys in the background? Those were my drinking partners)
(Shout out to J-Swizz, shout out to jessie, shout out to joe jean)
(Shout out to mean mac)
(... we’ll all yell it at the same time …)
Tequila!
(Logic, haha. Yeah)
[VERSE 1]
This for all my tequila snobs, we about to get faded right
Stumblin’ in her house, hella late at night
Sayin’ “Oh my goodness what’s my problem! Why the fuck is my head throbbin’!”
Never again, but then I wake up like “Let’s do this shit” tomorrow
What’s my silence? I don’t know, might become an alcoholic
Cause the homies Joe and Bryan are the Kraken at the bottom
Take a shot, hope my liver’s gonna forgive me
‘Cause I borrow so much energy from ‘im but I got this remedy from it
It goes, Warm piss, an egg yolk and a sandwich, follow my steps if you can manage
I’d be damned if I get a hangover until I can’t stand it
Turn down a shot when it get’s handed
Man it’s somethin’ bout the taste that’s got me infatuated
Then econ got me wonderin’ why the hell did I take it?
I tried other liquor but nothin’ else gets me faded
Like a shot of 18, yo, Logic One is my name and
[HOOK]
If you come drinkin’ with my people, then you about to get fucked up
And don’t let yo’ thoughts deceive you
‘Cause I don’t know nobody who can drink like us
From the night time all the way to the AM
We’ll be a black blur and you might upchuck
So if you say you’re down, let’s get mas tequila
And we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
[VERSE 2]
So let me get a round of shots with no chaser
I don’t need to follow it down and then miss all
Homie you can throw it on the tab
“Yo I’m sorry sir I can’t”
Wait, you tryna tell me I'm cut off?
“Yea”
Shit, you better put your hand on that bottle
And get to pourin’, or you finna be snorin’
Sportin’ two black eyes from 2 black guys
Don’t make me force it
Fuck the policy, I’m tryin’ to enjoy this
You act like you actually gotta enforce it
Thru the bottom of these Jordans were drawn like the crazy
We gon’ rush the bar, makin’ security’s job more important
Snatchin’ everythin, from the well, up to the imported
We gon’ be on world star, riotin’ and gettin’ recorded
“Calm down sir, or I’m going to call security”
You think security’s gonna help you, nigga?!
You think this is a game nigga?
This ain’t no game nigga!
THIS! IS! SPARTA!
[VERSE 3]
You gon’ catch a boot to the chest
Start losin’ yo’ breath
Cause we get vibin’ with this liquor
While you suit upper-deck
Jessie and J-Swizz comin’ at whoever they step
Stylin’ sweaters comin’ at yo crewnecks
(Kill ya!)
[HOOK]
If you come drinkin’ with my people, then you ‘bout to get fucked up
And don’t let yo’ thoughts deceive you
‘Cause I don’t know nobody who can drink like us
From the night time all the way to the AM
We’ll be a black blur and you might upchuck
So if you say you’re down, let’s get mas tequila
And we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
Wait, and we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up?
Baby, and we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
And we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
I said we gon’ throw it back ‘till the sun comes up
[OUTRO]
This is a PSA, tellin how we don’t play
You think I’m bad? You shoulda seen my casino days
Now we just bar-hop, sip off patron at the bridge
There’s problems? My nigga it is what it is
(Ha, Logic! One!)
(Those guys in the background? Those were my drinking partners)
(Shout out to J-Swizz, shout out to jessie, shout out to joe jean)
(Shout out to mean mac)
(... we’ll all yell it at the same time …)
Tequila!