Gucci Mane - Happy Hour lyrics

Joe Gucci It just hit me I'm kinda tipsy But it ain't to drink inside this gla** That's got this room spinning way too fast Words are slurring Vision blurry Feels like I had more than a few Under the influence of you Yeah Somebody better call me a cab Take me straight to rehab You got me addicted And I don't wanna fix it Happy hour So intoxicated every time you smile It's like wine Happy hour When [?] taste maybe I'm wasted Get's me high You're my happy hour You got the buzzing I can't stop now, girl, I'm loving It was like we were alone in a crowded room Don't want this night to end too soon So baby, hit me One more time, let's make history (I love you) Excuse me if I shed too much I can't help if you fill my cup Somebody better call me a cab Take me straight rehab You got me addicted And I don't wanna fix it Happy hour So intoxicated every time you smile It's like wine Happy hour When [?] taste maybe I'm wasted Get's me high (So high) You're my happy hour One more shot Here we go, here we go Throw it back Here we go, here we go Girl, I'm fading You make me feel so good (You're my happy hour) Girl, if I'd write a book, you'd be my last chapter Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter Since she f**, we'll go up that f**ing [?] They say the devil wears Prada well angels love Chanel Well Lynden Lyman, roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell I had your fingers on [?], Nick [?] Our favorite pink, so I bought her a pink fur Open the door for my lil' mama, I'm her chofer I even buy you own [?] from the showroom floor Like I'm addicted, give me something and I want more You got me thinking 'what the hell I need a blander for?' Oh man, a robbery, what the hell I need a trunk for? We on a zebra work, so why I got [?] on our force [?] with me, just drop your mouth and make a detour 'Cause if you're looking for a d-boy I'll be right here Happy hour So intoxicated every time you smile It's like wine (It's like wine) Happy hour When [?] taste maybe I'm wasted Get's me high (So high) You're my... One more shot Here we go, here we go Throw it back Here we go, here we go Girl, I'm fading You make me feel so good (You're my happy hour)