Drinking
Trapped in the wave again
Wavy but I ain't sinking in
No sail and no boat
Sold it for some money to buy some new show
Starting cooking up my own beat
In FL went from raw to cooking like your meat
Ay I'm feeling wavy
Shit I ain't even drank yet
Half ten ain't no regrets
But then we pick up another bottle of bells and its
Back to the couch we sit
Getting baked like potato chips
Brain get fried like eggs
It's escalating we take a few more sips
Chilling on a coach
While we sitting in a house
What the fuck we doing now
Tryna surf the web we be riding the wave
Ay I'm feeling wavy
You know I've had a few drink
Half eleven and thinking bout my last dream
But then we pick up bottle of Baileys classic Irish cream
I'm getting kinda sad
Too much in my system
But it is still not enough
I'm on the verge of tipping
I'm on the verge of slipping
I be losing my grip
I just dropped the drink I'm sipping
Don't play those games this is not the time if
I'm freaking out bout why life can be so shit
Take another shot
Level me out some
Thinking bout life now thought drinking would be fun
Now I'm regretting the first shot
She probably regret the second chance
She took took me back but not again
Talking bout the liquor girl but not you
I'm not lying, but my trousers turning orange and blue
They just set a light, I'm in a mental fight
Pour another glass it's almost midnight
I'm on a flight, a flyer I need to pass out
On a flight, the stairs I need to climb down
Ay still feel wavy
I'm pissed out my mind
Midnight is the time
Get the salt and the lime
Yh we be doing shots
Higher then the block that your from with your white Reebok
I be starting fights no damn reason
Ain't thinking bout her
Just thinking bout texting for teasing
Liking IG appeasing
Thinking bout messaging nah just jerk off
She wants the work off
Spending hours for her when it's minutes for me to pop off
I'm popping off another cap from another bottle
Almost finished the bell i here another gospel
Don't preach to the choir I know that this I wrong
But I want some fun night to turn into a song
Yh I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn another one down nah
Shit I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn one down
Yh I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn another one down nah
Shit I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn one down
Yh I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn another one down nah
Shit I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn one down
Wavy but I ain't sinking in
No sail and no boat
Sold it for some money to buy some new show
Starting cooking up my own beat
In FL went from raw to cooking like your meat
Ay I'm feeling wavy
Shit I ain't even drank yet
Half ten ain't no regrets
But then we pick up another bottle of bells and its
Back to the couch we sit
Getting baked like potato chips
Brain get fried like eggs
It's escalating we take a few more sips
Chilling on a coach
While we sitting in a house
What the fuck we doing now
Tryna surf the web we be riding the wave
Ay I'm feeling wavy
You know I've had a few drink
Half eleven and thinking bout my last dream
But then we pick up bottle of Baileys classic Irish cream
I'm getting kinda sad
Too much in my system
But it is still not enough
I'm on the verge of tipping
I'm on the verge of slipping
I be losing my grip
I just dropped the drink I'm sipping
Don't play those games this is not the time if
I'm freaking out bout why life can be so shit
Take another shot
Level me out some
Thinking bout life now thought drinking would be fun
Now I'm regretting the first shot
She probably regret the second chance
She took took me back but not again
Talking bout the liquor girl but not you
I'm not lying, but my trousers turning orange and blue
They just set a light, I'm in a mental fight
Pour another glass it's almost midnight
I'm on a flight, a flyer I need to pass out
On a flight, the stairs I need to climb down
Ay still feel wavy
I'm pissed out my mind
Midnight is the time
Get the salt and the lime
Yh we be doing shots
Higher then the block that your from with your white Reebok
I be starting fights no damn reason
Ain't thinking bout her
Just thinking bout texting for teasing
Liking IG appeasing
Thinking bout messaging nah just jerk off
She wants the work off
Spending hours for her when it's minutes for me to pop off
I'm popping off another cap from another bottle
Almost finished the bell i here another gospel
Don't preach to the choir I know that this I wrong
But I want some fun night to turn into a song
Yh I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn another one down nah
Shit I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn one down
Yh I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn another one down nah
Shit I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn one down
Yh I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn another one down nah
Shit I'm feeling sick now
Night full of regrets but I can't turn one down
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Writer(s): Noah Jarvis
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