Bottles Up

Bottles up

Bottles up, yeah we drunk and we higher than the empire

Throw it up , In the club , raining ones having fun yeah the nights on the fire

She throws it back, slap her ass I can see where this nights going

In a bed, 3 am going in and again and again and again and again

Shot after shot after shot after shot after SHOT Maaaan I'm feeling good

I'm drunk as fuck and my visions blurred, my speech is slurred, words stumbling

The party's packed, where's the bitches at? Who's that dancing alone? I buy her a drink, the DJ plays drake, just hold oh we're going home

The way that your moving your body got me crazy

And maybe it's because my brains a little bit hazey