drop a hundred on food another hun on drinks ain t put a dime in my bank account in six weeks too drunk to care too cool to count ball til i fall or at least until the checks bounce been at the same spot 12 hours straight lost track of time i ain t even ate shakin hands kissin babies drunk as hell making out with busted ass ladies drinks keep magically appearing in my hand and as they dissappear i feel more like a man the look of a grown man you know ain t playin your new best friend if i ain t the one payin i probably wouldnt kick it with yall if i was sober vagrant dick out pissin in the corner when they throw me out thats when the partys over until then im going hard im a soldier dudes is mad cause he never got back at em chicks is mad cause he played em like backgammon tall glass double up on the scotch and seven he goin hard like they just ended prohibition short chick think i like her face cool body fire told him in 06 he became her favorite writer right after boombox and blame it on the jagermeister she said she like the gap in his smile and if hes too drunk he can crash at her house all excited he ain t about to calm her down cause now his dicks harder than impressing simon cowell wow i love a chick with a plan but right now i need another beer in my hand no offense but i aint listenin man i came here to kick it not to hear your shitty band keep bouncing bouncing bouncing keep keep bouncing keep bouncing bouncing bouncing keep keep bouncing bounce baby cmon bounce bounce baby cmon bounce bounce baby cmon bounce were bouncing were bouncing