Wishgiver
the Hypnotist
the Hypnotist: Hypnotherapy EP, 2005
V1:
I see my life in a shot glass, takin' it down fast
Runnin up my tab, but makin' the rounds last
Bounce from the bar, I escape in a brown bag
Medicine man, all my patients are found flat
On the ground, passed out, past the point of comprehension
One-Ninety Proof wit zero spent attention
Cars swerve, like they meant to bend the fence in
Lonely homies hold me in the air, representin'
I get spilled in quiet memorials on the pavement
Foamy Suds represent my tears I've been savin'
I'm makin' chief enablers outta wives; beaten
Restraining orders make a piece of paper come alive
Kids suffer, life gets tougher, as the father gits' nuffa me
Laughin it off, like I'm Chris Tucker
Even watchin' TV is a special occasion
Just pour one for Prometheus, I'll bring the chains in
CHORUS:
I make your wishes come true, thinkin' you hot
Drinkin' alot when you thinkin' you not
Wishgiver, I appear in rushin' rivers
Lip splitter, feel my wrath, I'm touchin' livers
V2:
Saint Patty's Day, I bring out the Irish in ya
Birthday parties, I'm a glass of wine with dinner
Shots in Tijuana, worms be drownin' in me
The ground be spinny, yo you could fall down dizzy
Kneel on the rug in front of the holy toilet
Swearin' you'll never do this again, tomorrow ya homies spoil it
Buyin' you rum, soda and chips, go to ya crib
Watch the Phoenix Suns host the Knicks, now you hungover n' shit
I love fake IDs, I get the young ones strung on some beer
It's like a new frontier
Thirsty in the club scene, dancin' wit a thug's dream
Guzzlin' me, chuggin' til the cup's clean
Drinks on the house, blowin' chunks on ya blouse
Wipin' off ya mouth as the bouncer kickin' you out
Eat a loaf of bread and I'm outta ya head
Get rid of me now, but I'll see you again
Until then...
CHORUS:
I make your wishes come true, thinkin' you hot
Drinkin' alot when you thinkin' you not
Erase your memory until you fast asleep
Wake up underneath somebody else's sheets
V3:
Ay-yo we take things for granted everyday, and it's bug
How the wine tastes better at the bottom of the jug
At times like this, I see the glass half-stained
I'm only fulfilled if I drink when it rains
And when I win games, I pop caps off Corona
Drink it like soda, two at a time, they call me Noah
But my ark sunk in Hennessey floods
The energy comes from a Jack Daniels Tennessee cup
Seven bucks in me could bring me to Long Island
Where I'm actin' crazy, followed by long sirens
Then it's back to the bar, capital R and R
I OK enough to drove drink in Acura car?
I think not, I drink lots of brew
I look at ink blots and see champagne poured in a flute
Playin' the melody that I never heard before
Sixteen bars and countin'... but that's a metaphor
CHORUS:
I make your wishes come true, thinkin' you hot
Drinkin' alot when you thinkin' you not
I take lives and make wives sick of my shit
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© Hypnotik 2005