Chris Wallace

Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong

Mama, forgive me
Got a bunch of bottles, we tipsy
And all of it's whiskey
Miss me with the bullshit, don't Oliver Twist me
Like "Thank you, sir. May I have another?"
She don't get the glass, had to plastic cup her
I ain't take her ass to no fancy supper
I ain't gettin' harassed, she don't have my number
Now everyone at the party is wilin'
You know how to find it, just follow the sirens
We don't have time for the drama or violence
Even ya mama's invited
I'll stick with the Crown, no brown tequila
Cant't see what I drank, can't pronounce it either
Whatever it was, I just downed a liter
Now listen to the sound comin' out your speaker

(Had a lotta) money, spent it all
She said she would love me all night long
She said "Don't you trust me?" I said "Nah"
She said "You're Chris Wallace, Dead Wrong"
You know you're dead wrong

Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone

Only reason I'm leavin' is management
I'd rather sit and dig the ambience
I think I need a nap, need an Ambien
I don't need a cab, need an ambulance
I'm passin' out off of mass amounts
Of craft beer, can't hear what you're laughin' 'bout
We're drinkin' champagne by the magnum now
I got a drink in my glass that I can't pronounce
And ion 'member if I told you about it in the last verse
I couldn't say the alphabet backwards
But shit, couldn't do that sober
That's all, last call, I could use that closure
So much Ciroc on the rocks you could drown
I'm the talk of the town, shots all around
Whether we're talking about the Glock or the Crown
Enough to lay your whole squad on the ground

(Had a lotta) money, spent it all
She said she would love me all night long
She said "Don't you trust me?" I said "Nah"
She said "You're Chris Wallace, Dead Wrong"
You know you're dead wrong

Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong

I like to pour and drink slow
Got more añejo from Puerto Rico
Took a couple shots like I'm scorin' free throws
Took a few gambles, more than Pete Rose
I'm on that rum like I'm Jack Sparrow
And you know I keep sum'n with a black barrel
Bow down to the Crown like a damn pharaoh
Look around, all these hounds, but the cat's feral
You can go through gas like an H2
But all I need to relax is Dank Juice
Grey Goose with a splash of the grapefruit
A little Captain and Jack, we can make due
You don't wanna fight with us
Lettin' off shots inside the club
Another one bites the dust
You don't wanna die because

(Had a lotta) money, spent it all
She said she would love me all night long
She said "Don't you trust me?" I said "Nah"
She said "You're Chris Wallace, Dead Wrong"
You know you're dead wrong

Another one bites the dust
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong. Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Another one bites the dust
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong. Yo, kid; you're dead wrong