One Too Many
One shot of rum
Two shots of whiskey
Three shots tequila
Now the devil's gotta come and get me
They wonder if I'm worried
I tell 'em no I'm icy
I strike when the timings right then I'm gonna take a line of ivory
It's prime when it hits like a mix inside me
Bitch don't be trippin when the shit gets spicy
You need the XP better grip it lightly
And take it all night damn I miss the 90s
It's Philadelphia
But we lit in Salt Lake
I'm feeling well wit ya
I can do this shit like all day
Time slows when I'm on that Bob Marley
White girls say they wanna all party
And they want to go hard like Cardi
Now they're on coke and I'm really not sorry
Are you feeling like rockstar
Keep it real never subpar
We the kings of the crop
Yeah we drink and we drop bars
Til we're super fucked up
Slurring words
I'm really wavy bruh
But I ain't too concerned
Cause I ain't poppin Xanax
I ain't shooting lean
Only time I mumble is when I had just too much to drink
Hold your liquor
Don't throw up
Take a deep breath in both ya lungs
Shake it off just like Otis does
And grab a solo cup and then open up
We tipsy
Sipping up in my city
Bet you thought I was kidding
It's apparent that you just had
One too, many
One too, many
One too, many
Cause your shit ain't pretty
Bitch you ain't ready
Bitch you ain't ready
Bitch you ain't ready
You've had one too many
Just one more Miller
I swear this the last one
It's such a thriller
Michael Jackson
I just had to say it
But the king is dead
And instead of praying
I think I gonna drink instead
And I think I'm bad because I sink in sin
I swear when I do I let the demons in
To be my friends
To help me try to be the best
But they be fucking wit me they just wanna sneak on in
And they drink on gin
I ain't bout that life
I don't like that shit bro
Look I'm trying to cloud my mind
Trying do these songs till they're sounding right
Not chew on chaw cause my mouth is dry
And now it's right
To sip on some formaldehyde
But is you really wit it I did it a thousand times
The fucks deal bruh
Are you on the Tilt a wheel or
Just drunk cause you done just spilled some
You're gonna make me mad just sit and chill son
Hold your liquor
Don't throw up
Take a deep breath in both ya lungs
Shake it off just like Otis does
And grab a solo cup and then open up
We tipsy
Sipping up in my city
Bet you thought I was kidding
It's apparent that you just had
One too, many
One too, many
One too, many
Cause your shit ain't pretty
Bitch you ain't ready
Bitch you ain't ready
Bitch you ain't ready
You've had one too many