Feel Yourself (Alcohol) (feat. Cory Enemy)
I'm on that soon as it hit me I don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack
Fuck it grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf
I'll show you what the game is, I don't blame you if you feel yourself
Turn it up turn it back Go on and feel yourself
Pick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself!
(Indian hook) x3
I ride out
Suicide doors, let's ride out
My night out
Fucked up till its lights out
I'm Blacked out, wasted
Tryna' get up, I'm faded
So dilapidated, America's most hated
You drunk right?
Turn into a crunk night
Work it up and bar fight
Socking till you gone right
Blame it, all of that liquor
We be swerving, all of that liquor
Blurry, all of that liquor
Cuz' we be slurring all of that liquor
I'm on that soda hey hey
I Don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack
Fucking grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf
I'll show you how the game is, I don't blame you if you feel yourself
From the bed to the bed. Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Come on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself!
(Indian hook) x3
So torn
Took More shots than world war
No drawers, it's all down girls that's sore
Feel no pain, let it rain
Breathe smelling like propone
Oh man, I'm coming down
Turn it down another round
Laying up, smoke loud
Fucked up, drunk crowd
Hands up, what now?
Stand up, get down
Amen, smoking
Lame men, toking
Swerving, joking
Jerking, focus
I'm poppin' shit until I feel it
Lean Brooke and I'm real in
Set the scene I'm stealin
I wanna get fucked up
Walk in and I get wrecked up
Time to fuck the function up
Break it down, and turn it up
Grip it, rip it red light
Tip it, sip it, say it right
Hit it, give it head like
Kill it 'til it dead right?
I'm setting fire to liars
I'm fucking Jerry Macguire
I'm fucking wired, get higher
You tired? Retire
Turn me on I'm a radio, I'm faded tho
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack
Fuck it grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf
I'll show you what the game is, I don't blame you if you feel yourself
Turn it up turn it back Go on and feel yourself
Pick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself!
(Indian hook) x3
I ride out
Suicide doors, let's ride out
My night out
Fucked up till its lights out
I'm Blacked out, wasted
Tryna' get up, I'm faded
So dilapidated, America's most hated
You drunk right?
Turn into a crunk night
Work it up and bar fight
Socking till you gone right
Blame it, all of that liquor
We be swerving, all of that liquor
Blurry, all of that liquor
Cuz' we be slurring all of that liquor
I'm on that soda hey hey
I Don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack
Fucking grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf
I'll show you how the game is, I don't blame you if you feel yourself
From the bed to the bed. Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Come on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself!
(Indian hook) x3
So torn
Took More shots than world war
No drawers, it's all down girls that's sore
Feel no pain, let it rain
Breathe smelling like propone
Oh man, I'm coming down
Turn it down another round
Laying up, smoke loud
Fucked up, drunk crowd
Hands up, what now?
Stand up, get down
Amen, smoking
Lame men, toking
Swerving, joking
Jerking, focus
I'm poppin' shit until I feel it
Lean Brooke and I'm real in
Set the scene I'm stealin
I wanna get fucked up
Walk in and I get wrecked up
Time to fuck the function up
Break it down, and turn it up
Grip it, rip it red light
Tip it, sip it, say it right
Hit it, give it head like
Kill it 'til it dead right?
I'm setting fire to liars
I'm fucking Jerry Macguire
I'm fucking wired, get higher
You tired? Retire
Turn me on I'm a radio, I'm faded tho
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
Credits
Writer(s): Brooke Candy, Cory Nitta, Michel Sanchez, Patrice Delacour, Jesse St. John Geller
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