[Hook]
You are in knee deep, you need some medicine.
Once again, feel free, it's in your head again.
Come with us, believe, we wouldn't let you in, unless you paid a fee, please.
See we, we on that Jack again.
We on that Jack, we on that Jack again (x4).

[Bridge 1: Wrekonize]
Oh, yeah, let me get a vodka tonic, with a little bit of pineapple juice, and cranberry, and an umbrella in it.
Nah, I'm fuckin wit ya. Come on man, you know what I'mma have.

[Verse 1: Wrekonzie]
Bottles in moderation, is not my operation.
I rock parties for a livin, that's my occupation.
But I'm not even sure what genre we claim.
Too many styles for my own good, got momma to blame.
I like rock & roll, hip-hop, soul, funk, and rhythm.
But they can't tell where we livin, so um, fuck the critics.
When I drink I get honest, and a little friendly.
You know I got a girl, right?
But thanks for tryin to tempt me, love.
This must be an invention of the devils who mettle and revel in the stench of drugs.
Line up a shot or two and make it pros.
Somebody tell me why they still ain't played this late night show.
It must be me, right?
Just waiting on the evite to run through the green light.
Instead I gotta be right and kick it with the c-lights.
I'm back to back Advils, wrapped packs, madd real.
Jacks that pack wheels, trunks full of black wheels.
And get yourself some old number sippay.
Quick to help you get laid, or enrage ?.
JD, blocks bleed, safely, shots lead.
And before you know it you'll be lookin at your peeper screamin..

[Hook]

[Bridge 2: Bernz]
Dog, I was gettin out the whip, I knew it was about to be on. So I just basically left Mary in the whip, grabbed a whiskey, and headed for the crib man.

[Verse 2: Bernz]
I don't like doin thugs and this type of thing.
Usually I fly high, man I never bench.
Now tonight, I'm goin in, I'mma celebrate.
Go on, pour another drink, buy another case.
But girl, here's a taste, but likes it all night.
Tells me to take a shot so we can fuck our face.
Wanna roll the dice? I'm like, hold tight.
I sip brown until it's blurry in my third eye.
Next thing you know, we bounce like.
Bed springs squeak while she's screamin another language.
I talk dirty, she treat me like a savage.
One more shot and I swear she takin the manager (I don't care though).
But I don't really mind, though.
I got a piece of her mind, she got her mouth full.
I don't need medicine, nah, I don't need council.
She always asks me if I'll bring him around soon (jealous).
I can't feel my head, it's the Lucky Number 7 again.
Tennessee, I think I owe you some racks for introducing me to my best friend - Jack.

[Hook]