Old No. 7 lyrics

[Verse 1: Jez Dior]
It's that old number 7, always got me feeling heavenly
f*ck you mean, you ain't finna have a drink with me?
There's dirty lies around here, there's dirty highs too
And ain't no telling what the f*ck a dirty mind do
It's whiskey, baby, and we ain't f*ckin' pop stars
f*ckin' rockstars, no vodka with Rock Star
There's no colors, and it's only black around the town
Hold the wheel, I think I'm really f*ckin' coming down
Liability for the team, but what you expect?
They told me, "Finish your arms before you tat your neck"
I said, "Finish your job before you tell me that"
I'ma finish this drink and I ain't coming back
This seven-fifty sour mash to go and get this sour patch
Problems always stem from the relationships of our past
Thanks, Dad, it really means a lot
How the f*ck could I ever think I'd be something that you not, huh?

[Pre-Chorus: Jez Dior]
Even if I've got a place to go
And it's hard to ever call it home
And it's hard to ever call you up
See, I'd rather drink all alone

[Chorus: Jez Dior]
And that's that sh*t we're pouring up
And here's a toast to f*cking up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
And that's that sh*t we're pouring up
And here's a toast to f*cking up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Keep on living faster
Only kids trying not to go out like Casper
Every night plastered, a beautiful disaster
Sorry that I did it, yeah, I know I'ma bast*rd
Yeah, Jack Daniels taking pulls from a handle
Straight to the head in a Supreme 5 panel
Surrounded by the party and the drugs and the scandal
Can't die before I get to see a Grammy on my mantle
But the pace is fast and only speeding up
Bottles in my hand so I don't need a cup
I should call my old girl come and clean me up
But I called my dealer now I'm reing-up
Yeah, I'ma f*ck up, yeah, I know it's true
Probably never learn to live the way the grown-ups do
Bad decisions, f*ck the standards that you hold me to
Drink away what I'm going through, yeah

[Chorus: Jez Dior]
And that's that sh*t we're pouring up
And here's a toast to f*cking up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
And that's that sh*t we’re pouring up
And here's a toast to f*cking up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
[Bridge: Jez Dior]
Drinking that whisky, that old number 7
White lighter in pocket, I'm going to heaven
I'm rolling, I'm so in a hole, it's upsetting
My heart it is stolen, my soul is just different
I'm drinking that whisky, that old number 7
White lighter in pocket, I'm going to heaven
I'm rolling, I'm so in a hole, it's upsetting
My heart it is stolen, my soul is just different

[Chorus: Jez Dior]
And that's that sh*t we're pouring up
And here's a toast to f*cking up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
And that's that sh*t we're pouring up
And here's a toast to f*cking up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along