[Verse 1: GtC]

Tres-Uno-Cinco, straight from the second floor

If I’m in the session, there’s no knockin’ on my bedroom door

I remember the days when you pushed me away

Then I turned tables, catch me casin’ your local record store

Scratch that, rewind the beat, we’re trapped inside a flashback

Thoughts abstract, I keep a hoard of ‘em like packrats

Stackin’ boxes up on top the rafters, writin’ chapters

The roughest drafter of this craft, sir, my Saranac’s cracked

And if you had my cre-a-tivity capacity

I believe it’d leave holes behind your skull like wearin’ snapbacks

The highest level of training, but I’ve been riding Amtrak

Starin’ at your girl’s caboose, but she don’t give no backlash

Cuz I am, Colossus, she told me you’re the softest

I’m in her view, so I’ma take a step into her office

Like, babe, here’s my resume, hired on spot

Cuz of the bars I got, take her out for drinks so we can celebrate

[Hook: GtC]

Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink

Hold up, load up with the bars - ink

Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink

Hold up, load up with the bars - ink

[Verse 2: GtC]

Tres-Uno-Cinco, straight from your lady’s house

It all came about when I displayed my crazy mouth

An outlier to the Outsiders

But she praise me now, I got her layin’ down on my Patrick Swayze couch

Listen, baby, I am in that mode

You better step aside cuz it’s time to spit that flow

I’ll get back to you when I’m down to sip Jack slow

Sendin’ x and o’s to her like it’s Tic-Tac-Toe, laughin’

No compassion for anything but ill rappin’

I’m showin’ disrespect to women, but she’s still clappin’

I save money cuz I’m cheap, always bill stackin’

She want a ring, I tell her go and speak to Phil Jackson

I’m Mad Maxin’ till I’m in the ER at Faxton

She didn’t know she’s gettin’ caught up with The Bar Assassin

Now she’s playin’ dumb, I told her straight up, she knew the deal

Babe, cut it out like “that one’s going on the blooper reel.”

[Hook x2]

Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink

Hold up, load up with the bars - ink

Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink

Hold up, load up with the bars - ink

[Verse 3: GtC]

The pale geek at Nail Creek, throwin’ back the lager beers

If she don’t wanna hear the bars, get her outta there

But she heard I was comin’, yellin’ ‘bout it like she Paul Revere

Guess Ms. Cutie’s booty ain’t bouncin’ in my market share

Oh well, I market mostly for the lyricists

Either it ain’t cool no more or I don’t know what year it is

Seriously, I’ll toast to that like eggs and bacon plates

Then spit game to her that is smoother than a Yankee’s face

I’m back in, look babe, it’s called actin’

We’re at the bar, I think it’d be smart to start relaxin’

Bartender, what’s happenin’, crack open the bottle of Captain

Then pour me the shots until I’ve got that crazy style of accent

I’m comin’ up with it, my vision is vivid

I’ll spit it, I know that they feelin’ it

These women are livid, no pivot

You are not permitted if you cannot deal with it

100 percent I be givin’ with every minute

You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me, babe

Literally, who could come imitate

Just sip on your drank and gimme a break, like…

[Hook x2]

Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink

Hold up, load up with the bars - ink

Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink

Hold up, load up with the bars - what you think?

[Outro]

Tha Character