VERSE 1 LOST MONIKER:
Bohemian and heineken a combo for the best of them,
we stepping in, but not on that weak shit, so guess again,
touching those beers, like it's time for some act right,
cause I act like, smooth brews'll having me past nice,
but laugh right, cause crude dudes stuck in a barfbag,
but speak to a waitress tryn'a fuck with a bar tab,
she gives me her digits, and hands me a pitcher,
of that heineken liqour, that's making me fidgit,
calming my nerves, as I'm sipping that nectar,
cause that liquid bliss has me lifted and better,
then I used to be, because usually,
I'm an awkward dude, without booze in me,
so I'll try for a bitch, til she's finding my lips,
cause a heinekens been, where I'm finding my bliss, bitch,
grinding with chicks my dicks doing the talking,
cause a heineken brew's quick moving me on em

VERSE 2 PHAZE:
Bohemien and Heineken and a combo for the best of them,
I'm drinking at the bar, don't contribute to the tip cup,
waitress your a slut, now fill my pitcher up,
this drinks nice and cold perfect easy to chug,
and those that don't know me not much of a talker,
you pour my glass up now I'm a little less awkward,
a compulsive liar, last week I was fired,
now I'm blowing snot rockets blue eyes and a shiner,
not a wine-her and dine-her but here's a reminder,
I'm sipping cheap beers not a tie in my attire,
it's just a bit of water and a large amount of fire,
I'm indulging more man consider me hired,
never dripping in sweat, I never perspire,
your friends with the toilet man you're hugging for hours,
man I'm passed intoxication man I'm mumbling nonsense,
it's a vicious cycle, don't worry about it

VERSE 3 LOST MONIKER:
Bohemian and Heineken, fuck it cause I'm trying man,
to afford the other, but a peasant with no kinda plan,
of affording that shit, so I'm pouring my bliss,
from a bottle called Boh til' I'm sorta just sick,
stepping in, but I'm repping thoughts feeling desperate and,
pouring the blues like Boh's been my best of friends,
turning that color, cause other suckers is college cats,
bitch drinking sipping motherfuckers I'm calling wack

VERSE 4 PHAZE:
It's only budget beer so now I'm sipping that base-paste,
that I'll never waste, but now I'm craving a new taste,
it's better then great, you know, something like a first date,
they call it Heineken, let it sit mingle marinate,
waste like skin, arms, flaily,
that posture is lazy, now I gotta beer belly,
my eyes are getting hazy, my feet are feeling heavy,
shake my hand now you met me