She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke

I'm on my level, yeah Man I swear I'm on my level See after drinking champagne all night Never worry bout a damn thing, y'all might Homie I'm on my level, yeah So I'mma take one shot to the brain And I order three more shots I'm going in, aye Man I'm

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah All of my homies