I don't smoke 'cause I never get high enough to get over you I don't drink, 'cause I know my mind and every time I do I just think about what you're doing and who you're doing it to I don't take no pills to kill the pain 'cause they ain't never told me

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Maybe share a drink and talk awhile And reminisce about the days when we were still together And I will meet you there Some time in the future we can share our stories When we won't care about all of our mistakes Our failures, and our glories I’ll keep

Cause I’m a girl Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah With a bottle of wine and you I’m a girl, I got skills I can dance all night in five inch heels And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world I can get a free drink for flipping my hair I can rock a

A little bit later on When the stars come out And the sun’s long gone We’re gonna drink up a lotta beer a little later on You know out in the country don’t make no plans We’re gonna get on outta here a little later on Rockin' out all night and roll back

Turn the party up Drink the good times down Little buzz in a cup Will hit ya get ya space bound Sip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy And when ya hit ten bump it to eleven Tonight we gonna fly with them 747's

Yeah we all, yeah we all got a reason to drink 'Cause somebody somewhere's gettin' married today And somebody's home team, they just won state And some old boy's girl just left him If that's you, raise your hand, I got your next one Some of y'all just

Let me make your body talk Let me drink you heart drunk Let me dream your eyes shut Let me get your mind off I want to feel you I could never heal you And I, I want to feel you And read between your lines And I, can never heal you

And the Bible from a woman who's standing on the stage In the land of a million songs You're always searching for a little something different to say You get told you're fitting in, you get told you don't belong You drink too much in a smokey little bar

I'll throw this, I'll throw this dick on you, girl (girl) To get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Gonna make you feel me, if I gotta shake this building 'til I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil'