Henny

( Ayy… Ha-ha, - Hennyy! ) Henny straight, no chaser (mm), burn goin' down — the warmth come later, say it to your face — no chaser, that's my girl: Henny straight, no chaser. Two in the mornin' she leanin' on the bell, I.D. say Annie, block say Hennyny, fifth in her fist, she pissed, but she pretty and petty. She plead the Fifth on him, I just pour, whole case dismissed, halfway down she a podcast, every episode a diss. Five-foot nothin', cap to the back like a catcher, no mask, and she called my fit tragic, then wore it to brunch, mm-hmm, didn't ask. She pack a punch, gas me up, then flick him like ash, never let 'em see her sweat, or a wet eyelash. In her corner like a cutman, towel on my shoulder, mascara on it, neither one sober, "fuck him," I told her. Tears dry quick, she ain't breakin', breakin' into laughter, laughter till we choke, and him? Pssh… We'll cry about him after. Old war stories, fence get taller, dog get larger every round, two more pours, that dog gon' be the mayor of this town. Every store got Hennessy, ain't a store got Henny, she take it straight, no chaser? (mm-mm) Tonight, I'm the chaser. Henny straight, no chaser (mm), burn goin' down — the warmth come later, say it to your face — no chaser, that's my girl: Henny straight, no chaser. Me and my patna? Venus and Serena, war in the singles, in doubles nothin' can come between us, house divided till you step in the house, run up on one, that's a BOGO, two-piece in the mouth. Juilliard on Mom's dime, I learned scales, Annie learned to swing, I hit keys, she hit back, every finger got a ring, middle one a heavyweight when both of us act up, I say pardon my French, she flip me off and crack up. Called my bars a TED talk in a strip club on round two, Henny shot out her nose like the Bellagio, right on cue. She my muse, next single got that finger on the poster, party of two, I'm standin' on a chair to toast her. I mumble "bad influence," fumble the bottle, still pour it, when my thoughts start talkin' shit, she talk back till I sort it out, she my double, and Freud would call it uncanny, two in the mornin' somebody leanin' on the bell, yeah, that's Annie. Henny straight, no chaser (mm), burn goin' down — the warmth come later, say it to your face — no chaser, that's my girl, and tonight, I'm the chaser. Tonight, I'm the chaser (mm), Tonight, I'm the chaser (mm), Tonight, I'm the chaser (mm), Tonight, I'm the chaser (m