Grab a glass, fill me up, just please don't take forever These shots I'm shooting full of liquor You can give me what I need, just show me that it's better Can you make it worth the effort? I can't tell what's wrong from right (Yeah) , wrong from right That was a dumb flex, that was a drunk flex I can't tell what's wrong from right (Yeah) , wrong from right That was a drunk text (Yeah) , that was a dumb text (Yeah)
Ooh, oh, it's in me That bottle made you lie, you had sold the whole time Ooh, oh, it's in me So why you'd take mine? Girl, why you'd take mine? I got saved, I'm not afraid, swallow the pain drink it away-way-way-way Why, squeezed lemonade and drink it in my face you want your cake, cake, cake, cake Eat it to here to come meet at you, cannibal cannabis, keep your cool Power me up when you speak my name, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice We drink, we fuck, we can't move up if we both know we're wrong I know I got my problems, have to win them on my own That jungle juice that help my body, sweep me off my toes That's better than you doin' what you do so I'ma—
[Verse 2: TyFontaine] Rockin' and rollin' (Rollin') Why you holding off on me? Why did we end it? (Why did we end it?) We had so much more to see (Ooh-ah) We both know you could run But your soul belongs to me (Ooh-ah) We both know you could run But your soul belongs to me (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Grab a glass, fill me up, just please don't take forever These shots I'm shooting full of liquor You can give me what I need, just show me that it's better Can you make it worth the effort? I can't tell what's wrong from right (Yeah) , wrong from right That was a dumb flex, that was a drunk flex I can't tell what's wrong from right (Yeah) , wrong from right That was a drunk text (Yeah) , that was a dumb text (Yeah)
Ooh, oh, it's in me
Compositores: Akeem Douglas Hayes (Guapdad 4000), Beck J Norling, Julius Roosevelt Terrell ECAD: Obra #39718698