[feat. Drew York]
Weed, speed, liquor by any means
OCs, OPs, or we can get that
Ecstasy
You stole the words from my
Mouth
Pick a bar, pick a house, sh** or we
Can rock the parking lot
That's its, that's it
Turn your radio up
Turn your radio up
Turn your radio up
Crank it up until your ears are
f**in throwin it up
All day, all night
All day, all night's how we do it!
YEA!
We're all here to have a good
Time right?
But I think Keith is f**ed in the
Head ha!
But aren't we all
But aren't we all just waiting to
Die
I'm a grown a** man you can't tell
Me how to live
So bow down to the symphony of
Broken dreams and misery
Fresh outta detox, went for a walk
To find vodka on the rocks
But got hemmed up by the cops
But I was clean, wasn't holdin'
But they insisted on cuffin' me
Even with my patient ID
They kept pushin' me
f**in' pigs!
(stop) you can't
(stop) you can't
(stop) you can't
(stop) you can't
One more shot, three, one more
Shot
Five one more shot, god I need
Drugs
Six one more shot, nine one more
Shot
Twelve one more shot, f** no
More d**