"A Bar Song (Tipsy)" lyrics
Nah, but the original bro
Yeah. The original's cool
That shit slaps
Yeah, but it's probably 'cause you can't do country
What do you mean?
Well
I'm like fucking Superman
I can do anything
I don't know
Oh. You think this is my first rodeo?
Prove me wrong
My baby want a Birkin
She been telling me all night long
Gasoline and groceries. The list goes on and on
This 9-to-5 ain't working
So, why the hell do I work so hard?
I can't worry about my problems
I can't take them when I'm gone
Yeah. OK
1 here come the 2 to the 3 to the 4
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor
Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more
Like she a groupie and I ain't even on tour
Maybe 'cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore
Or maybe 'cause she heard that I buy out the stores
Bottom of the ninth, man. A brudda gotta score
If not, I gotta move on to the next floor
Someone, pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know, me and Jack Daniels got a history
There's a party downtown near 5th street
Now everybody at the club getting tipsy
Now everybody at the club getting tipsy
Everybody at the club getting tipsy
OK
4 here come the 3 to the 2 to the 1
Homeboy tripping. He don't know I got a
When it come to pop, man, we do shit for fun
You ain't got one brother, you better run
Now, I'm in the back getting head from a hun
While she going down, I'm bragging on what I done
Smoking my stuff, saying she ain't having fun
Bitch, give it back. Now, y'all don't get none
Someone, pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know, me and Jack Daniels got a history
There's a party downtown near 5th street
Now everybody at the club getting tipsy
Y'all can't fuck with me. No
Now everybody at the club getting tipsy
Y'all don't feel me
Everybody at the club getting tipsy
Y'all don't feel me
Yeah. The original's cool
That shit slaps
Yeah, but it's probably 'cause you can't do country
What do you mean?
Well
I'm like fucking Superman
I can do anything
I don't know
Oh. You think this is my first rodeo?
Prove me wrong
My baby want a Birkin
She been telling me all night long
Gasoline and groceries. The list goes on and on
This 9-to-5 ain't working
So, why the hell do I work so hard?
I can't worry about my problems
I can't take them when I'm gone
Yeah. OK
1 here come the 2 to the 3 to the 4
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor
Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more
Like she a groupie and I ain't even on tour
Maybe 'cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore
Or maybe 'cause she heard that I buy out the stores
Bottom of the ninth, man. A brudda gotta score
If not, I gotta move on to the next floor
Someone, pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know, me and Jack Daniels got a history
There's a party downtown near 5th street
Now everybody at the club getting tipsy
Now everybody at the club getting tipsy
Everybody at the club getting tipsy
OK
4 here come the 3 to the 2 to the 1
Homeboy tripping. He don't know I got a
When it come to pop, man, we do shit for fun
You ain't got one brother, you better run
Now, I'm in the back getting head from a hun
While she going down, I'm bragging on what I done
Smoking my stuff, saying she ain't having fun
Bitch, give it back. Now, y'all don't get none
Someone, pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know, me and Jack Daniels got a history
There's a party downtown near 5th street
Now everybody at the club getting tipsy
Y'all can't fuck with me. No
Now everybody at the club getting tipsy
Y'all don't feel me
Everybody at the club getting tipsy
Y'all don't feel me
