"Happy Hour" lyrics
(feat. Gucci Mane)
Joe
Gucci
It just hit me
I'm kinda tipsy (wasted)
But it ain't the drink inside this glass
That's got this room spinning way too fast
Words are slurring
Vision blurry
Feels like I had more than a few
Under the influence of you
Yeah
Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight to rehab
You got me addicted (woo)
And I don't wanna fix it
no
Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Get's me high
You're my happy hour
You got me buzzing
I can't stop now, girl, I'm loving
It was like we were alone in a crowded room
Don't want this night to end too soon
So baby, hit me
One more time, let's make history (I love you)
Excuse me if I share too much
I can't help it if you fill my cup
Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight to rehab
You got me addicted
And I don't wanna fix it
Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Get's me high (So high)
You're my happy hour
One more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl, I'm fading
You make me feel so good
(You're my happy hour)
Girl,
If I wrote a book you'd be my last chapter
Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album
I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter
Since she fuck, we grew up that fucking with Gucci that ass getting fatter
They say the devil wears Prada well angels love Chanel
Well leave that lame and roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell
I had your fingers on burr neck burr burr
Her favorite color pink, so I bought her a pink fur
Open the door for my lil' mama, I'm her chauffeur
I even buy you own ride from the showroom floor
Like I'm addicted, give me something and I'm 'a want more
You got me feenin' what the hell I need a blunt for?
I'm in a robbery, what the hell I need a trunk for?
We on a zebra rug, so I got her on all fours
Come ride with me, just drop him off and make a detour
'Cause if you're looking for a D-Boy I'll be right here
Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine (Lips like wine)
Happy hour
One you taste and I am wasted
Get's me high (So high)
You're my
One more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl, I'm fading
You make me feel so good
(You're my happy hour)
Gucci
It just hit me
I'm kinda tipsy (wasted)
But it ain't the drink inside this glass
That's got this room spinning way too fast
Words are slurring
Vision blurry
Feels like I had more than a few
Under the influence of you
Yeah
Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight to rehab
You got me addicted (woo)
And I don't wanna fix it
no
Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Get's me high
You're my happy hour
You got me buzzing
I can't stop now, girl, I'm loving
It was like we were alone in a crowded room
Don't want this night to end too soon
So baby, hit me
One more time, let's make history (I love you)
Excuse me if I share too much
I can't help it if you fill my cup
Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight to rehab
You got me addicted
And I don't wanna fix it
Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Get's me high (So high)
You're my happy hour
One more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl, I'm fading
You make me feel so good
(You're my happy hour)
Girl,
If I wrote a book you'd be my last chapter
Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album
I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter
Since she fuck, we grew up that fucking with Gucci that ass getting fatter
They say the devil wears Prada well angels love Chanel
Well leave that lame and roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell
I had your fingers on burr neck burr burr
Her favorite color pink, so I bought her a pink fur
Open the door for my lil' mama, I'm her chauffeur
I even buy you own ride from the showroom floor
Like I'm addicted, give me something and I'm 'a want more
You got me feenin' what the hell I need a blunt for?
I'm in a robbery, what the hell I need a trunk for?
We on a zebra rug, so I got her on all fours
Come ride with me, just drop him off and make a detour
'Cause if you're looking for a D-Boy I'll be right here
Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine (Lips like wine)
Happy hour
One you taste and I am wasted
Get's me high (So high)
You're my
One more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl, I'm fading
You make me feel so good
(You're my happy hour)
Thanks to Tyme Khombeliwa for adding these lyrics.
Thanks to incredaboo, eps for correcting these lyrics.
Thanks to incredaboo, eps for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Radric Davis, Damien Farmer, Joe Thomas, Gerald Isaac, Jolyon Skinner
