Chris Webby

Chris Webby - Cuz I'm Drunk lyrics

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(feat. Mic Galper)





Ahem, yeah.

I get rowdy,

Rough,

Drunk,

Reciting an anth

On the table all night

I'm the beer pong champ.



What?

Drink until my mother fucking

Liver gets cramps

And I've lost everything

Within the pockets of my pants;

Like, shit where's my phone?

Keys?

Shit, who has my wallet?



Dude, you probably lost it,

You stupid alcoholic.



Ha, fuck you bitch.

I weigh 160,

So it only takes a few shots

To get myself tipsy.



Yeah, you're more than I'm drunk

Then I move on to wasted,

Black out,

Find me passed out on the pavement.

Slurring every statement,

Vision getting blurry,

Sipping 40's from

4: 40 to 2: 30.



I'm dirty,

Plus I ball like Michael,

Get wasted like plastic that isn't recycled.

Oh shit,

I'm too fly,

Rhyming it nice,

So drunk I could get a DUI on a bike.



Mix up the lime

With a little co-co-nut.

Taking shots from the half filled

Solo cups.

Get smashed like dropped pottery,

Probably,

Couldn't walk a straight line

If I had a fucking cop watching me.



Walking into shit,

Like I couldn't avoid it.

Just looking for a girl,

Tryin' to make some poor choices.

But whether I get laid

Or end up in a brawl,

I just blame it on the a-a-alcohol.



'Cause I'm drunk,

So do not play around with me.

'Cause I'm drunk,

Somebody take away my keys.

'Cause I'm drunk,

Shit I can barely even see.

I think it's time to make some bad decisions...

('Cause I'm drunk)



Hey yo,

I come through already blunted,

Like flip cup,

Who won it?

Twenty on the table, son,

I'm about to make a honey.

You can make it rain,

But I'm 'bout to make it sunny.

That means I keep my money,

Buddy I'm not a dummy.



Day and night,

It's the kill.

Looking for some honey,

Got my homie Chris Webby

To make sure she ain't chubby.

'Cause I drank a lot of bubbly,

In the living room stumbling,

Everybody lookin' lovely

But I came here from the [?].



I love the (star beefs),

And I can't control it.

Might wake up with

Missing teeth

Like the hangover.

I might wake up with a naked slut

From Angola.

I don't know bro,

I'm just saying,

I ain't staying sober.



So move over,

For this fat bitch

Puts roofies in my cola.

Cool,

That's what I wanted,

Wrestling sumo with (a cobra?).

There,

Beware when it's time to go upstairs,

Fuck a trojan,

Got socks,

Make sure you go up there.



'Cause I'm drunk,

So do not play around with me.

'Cause I'm drunk,

Somebody take away my keys.

'Cause I'm drunk,

Shit I can barely even see.

I think it's time to make some bad decisions...

'Cause I'm drunk.
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