I drink the fight away, I sleep another day My broke record plays, and if you choose to stay I drink the fight away Dead in the middle of little Havana Where them boys with gorillas and clips of bananas Parted my manners but I see them trying to scam us I remember when they used to call Miami boys bammers Till they got nailed by hammers One shot, Dominican power Where they flip everything from Pura to the sour Fed Joe opened the door, Big Pony took over Then I slid in, light-skinned Cuban hoover I'm on Ocean and 11th, I love Trio Fab Acting a fool in my own private room Bitch like boom, tu tabas a mi Yo pati, one plus one equals three Makes sense to me One shot, you're still looking at me Two shots, always yelling at me Three shots, and I'm starting to see That you look better when you're blurry Four shots, I tell you how I feel Damn, I should've known that the love's not real Five shots, watch it pack your things For the second time this week Story of my life And I can't escape no matter how I try We can't get it right I'm addicted to the pain I try to hide So I drink the fight away And yo, it's all love, yo, we get it big time Hit them with the nickname six times Long as they respect mine ***, I'm on this run, but it make her feel better Ill with her, 42, help me deal with her She made a scene up in Raos You know how hard it is to get a seat up in Raos One shot, two shots, face butox Let the whole crew rock, baby blue drop Got the bae a new watch, she's the punk blue tops Lauryn Hill do rock, and We be sipping on blue dot Playing in the coupe, now we go like we top In the morning when I'm all alone And sunlight burns my eyes Poundings of familiar feeling Grief is no surprise Taste the remnants of the words We wish we never said I count the hours I got left until we saw I drink the fight away I'll sleep another day My broken record plays And if you choose to stay I drink the fight away Away, away While my broken record plays I drink the fight away I drink the fight away