Half Past Twelve (Featuring Magik)
 [Hook: Magik
 Sippin' on another beer
 You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear
 Because I don't wanna hear
 When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone
 Whisky is the devil, yeah
 But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp
 Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels
 When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone
 Woah
 [Verse 1: Sam Lachow
 You can find me on one, off a Whisky shot and a shotgun
 Boom, in the shadow of the moonlight, while I'm making moves like a bus-boy, clocked in, tick-tock
 Twelve-Thirty, this dirty martini burning, I'm talking the third-person jump up on the table blurting out (yo yo yo yo)
 "Yo who here wants to battle Lachow, we can settle it right now, throw this hat on the ground. I'll ******* rap til' this bottle of Jack Daniels' is out. Ah-hoo-hoo, I can't wait til' my album comes out."
 Here's to snotty bartenders, a toast to the holy whisky, a shot of enlightenment, with a chaser of loneliness
 See I'm drunk as the next guy, but the difference is I might wanna **** around [?
 I'm like Darth Vader son, off John Jameson
 I got Leia on my saber son, not chasing none
 My soliloquies will liquidise til' I can hear my liver cry, not fit to drive and I'm inebriated, don't care wika-wika-wika-whisky faded

 [Hook: Magik
 Sippin' on another beer
 You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear
 Because I don't wanna hear
 When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone
 Whisky is the devil, yeah
 But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp
 Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels
 When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone

 [Verse 2: Sam Lachow
 Second verse, eleventh drink, second cig, another vodka, seventh hiccup, another hot-dog
 I'm barely walking but still standing my ground, but feeling like the ground is slanted, gravity wants me knocked down
 And I might be on, some other ****, like I just stepped off of the mothership. If I drink another I probably won't stomach it, but here we go (glug,glug,glug,cough,cough,cough)
 I think I need a water, run around the bar taking selfies and photobombing, swimming in a river of Bombay and Tonic, with a couple chicken fingers and a Jalapeno popper, damn
 King slowly turns disheveled man. High-fiving the devil, like I'm in a metal band
 I never ran from a fight but I never won any either. I'm easily getting beat-up, but keep on stepping on sneakers
 Danny Ocean off too many potions, not standing too well, off Shockers and Daniels
 I monologue with beer-goggles on, til' I can't find the street my apartment's on. I'm belligerent, but don't push me dog, I'm gone, witchu-witchu-witchu drinking on

 [Hook: Magik
 Sippin' on another beer
 You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear
 Because I don't wanna hear
 When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone
 Whisky is the devil, yeah
 But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp
 Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels
 When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone