If "I been drankin', I been drankin'" isn't stuck in ur head u suck and don't know how to have fun
We be all night, and everything alright
No complaints for my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking, walking in my l'assemblage
I’m grubbing on the rope, grubbing
If you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
I'm on the Cognac, gangster wife
New sheets, he sweat it out like washed rags, he wet it up
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic 'til voice hurts
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body Benz
Serving all this, swerve, surfing all of this good good
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