I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo) Still gon' do my thing I'm still yeah yeah Still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winnin Still gon' keep it

Drink up, baby That you don't want around anymore That push and shove and won't bend to your will Stay up all night Things you could do You won't, but you might The potential you'll be You'll never see Promises you'll only make

All you got to do is put a drink in my hand To fill it up, or throw it down Yeah fill it up, or throw it down Early Monday morning, til Friday at five Man I work, work, work but I don't climb, climb, climb Boss man can shove that overtime up his can All

Waiting here to find the sign Drinking wine, feeling fine I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more I'll be fine, sipping wine Everyday I spend my time That I can understand Taking time slow

This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in

Turn the lights down low Runnin' block Sometimes you got to bow up I'm runnin' block Don't want know one to know That I tried to drink her skinny but she's still about two-fifteen Just take one for the team My buddy said his girlfriend is as pretty as

On my own, counting on a wishbone I'm meant to be a man, but I can't carry everything Tell me, will I ever make it out of here Where did I go wrong? I won't make it out alive A drink to calm the nerves that keep me feeling weak And tell me, will I ever

My blue jeans Will last me all my life, oh yes So should we I'm spending all this time You don't even know me I'm hanging from the tree I don't stand in line, I don't pay for clubs, fuck that But I'll wait for you I don't like to drink, I don't like to

Ain’t gotta wait to make no moves cause I be loaded While you out here drinkin' 40s, I just tote it Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen I’m doin' fraud, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin' I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin'