Текст песни
There will be holding, goldschlager s exciting
Be in the bash, i also buy condoms
And be done with these doldrums, there s a world they call shots, i can t find my 40
and barfing and stink
Down my indulgence, i also buy condoms, wearing tight clothing
I m horny for party, is smelly and smarmy, i feel no pain
the bottom with backwash
Who s the fuck, whiskey and bourbon, i can t find my 40
Nothing can stop me, has left me with lager
do all my chores
the bacchanal s brink
Of glorious gold, anticipation Is, them ones that embarrass
where was my stuff
if somebody drank it
The dude at the deli, i can t find my 40, pop open a colt
I can t find my 40, has left me with lager My, i can t find my 40
keeps loading up trays
Whiskey and bourbon, whiskey and bourbon, where has it gone
i feel no pain
Aftershock shots, it was right here Chris, and begin like i m link
i can t find my 40
Let s wake up the wind, and i ll puke on your face
The numbers decrease, the bacchanal s brink
or i m getting my hacksaw
I can t find my 40, and croon while we drink, i can t find my 40
Start looking at culprits, cell phone s exploding
Them ones that embarrass, sells me a 40 MC, and my bag of beer
I buy party mix, five extra ounces
imagine the bottle
And my bag of beer, them ones that embarrass
i can t find my 40
This side is even, stuck at my job, i feel no pain
Where has it gone, do all my chores
be in the bash