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Feel Yourself (Alcohol)
[Verse 1]
(Alcohol)
I’m on that soda, then hit me
I Don’t know how to act
If I take another shot
Tell em’ I’ll have a heart attack
F*ck it, grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf
Show you what the game is
I don’t blame you if you feel yourself
I Don’t know how to act
If I take another shot
Tell em’ I’ll have a heart attack
F*ck it, grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf
Show you what the game is
I don’t blame you if you feel yourself
Fill it up to the back, go on and feel yourself
Pick it up, bring it back, go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself, feel yourself now feel yourself
I ride out
Suicide boys, let’s ride out
My night out
F*cked up till its lights out
I’m blacked out, wasted
Tryna’ get numb and faded
So dilapidated, America’s most hated
You drunk right?
Turn it into a crunk night
F*ck up and drunk fight
Sluggin till’ you feel right
Leanin’, goin’ off that liquor
We be swerving, goin’ off that liquor
Blurry, goin’ off that liquor
Cuz’ we be slurring, goin’ off that liquor
[Chorus]
So torn
Took More shots than world war
No drawers, it’s all down girls that’s sore
Feel no pain, let it rain
Breath smellin’ like propane
Oh man, I’m coming down
Time to down another round
Leaned up, smoke loud
F*cked up, drunk crowd
Hands up, what now?
Stand up, get down
Amen, smoking
Leanin’, toking
Swervin’, joking
Jerking, focus
I’m poppin’ shit until I feel it
Leaned Up and I’m reelin’
Set the scene, I steal it
Wanna I get f*cked up?
Walking in and I get wrecked up
Time to f*ck the function up
Break it down, and turn it up
Flip it, rip it, red light
Tip it, sip it, say it right
Hit it, give it, dead light
Hit it, kill it it, dead right
I’m setting fire to liars
I’m f*cking Jerry Macguire
I’m f*cking wired, get higher
You tired? Retire
Turn me on I’m a radio, I’m faded though (4x)
Pick it up, bring it back, go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself, feel yourself now feel yourself
I ride out
Suicide boys, let’s ride out
My night out
F*cked up till its lights out
I’m blacked out, wasted
Tryna’ get numb and faded
So dilapidated, America’s most hated
You drunk right?
Turn it into a crunk night
F*ck up and drunk fight
Sluggin till’ you feel right
Leanin’, goin’ off that liquor
We be swerving, goin’ off that liquor
Blurry, goin’ off that liquor
Cuz’ we be slurring, goin’ off that liquor
[Chorus]
So torn
Took More shots than world war
No drawers, it’s all down girls that’s sore
Feel no pain, let it rain
Breath smellin’ like propane
Oh man, I’m coming down
Time to down another round
Leaned up, smoke loud
F*cked up, drunk crowd
Hands up, what now?
Stand up, get down
Amen, smoking
Leanin’, toking
Swervin’, joking
Jerking, focus
I’m poppin’ shit until I feel it
Leaned Up and I’m reelin’
Set the scene, I steal it
Wanna I get f*cked up?
Walking in and I get wrecked up
Time to f*ck the function up
Break it down, and turn it up
Flip it, rip it, red light
Tip it, sip it, say it right
Hit it, give it, dead light
Hit it, kill it it, dead right
I’m setting fire to liars
I’m f*cking Jerry Macguire
I’m f*cking wired, get higher
You tired? Retire
Turn me on I’m a radio, I’m faded though (4x)
Via BrookeXCandy
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