whiskey from his ice cubes
show me what them eyes do
no the bad guys don't seem so bad over the phone
we trade notes and i gloat when they take me as their own
unmask and kick back while skin replace the stone
i ain't gotta play good no more
seeking a loosie and some love
loose canon wishing someone call his bluff
digging 'cause i'm buttoned up
but i ain't got to play good no more
whiskey from his ice cubes
show me what them eyes do
you know it's all about the eyes
then i'm catching a flight
jersey party with no list
i'm just tryin to analyze
they all takin' tabs like they tidbits
like they just a taste test
for the real high we derive from the risk
drawing out the night and it's looking kinda sus
red flags on my map yeah they add that extra umf
yeah my pockets getting heavy so i think you've had enough
whiskey from his ice cubes
show me what them eyes do
they all think they up to par
feel like i heard it already
no conversation too touchy
wish i could put up a front
whiskey from his ice cubes
show me what them eyes do