I've been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor gets into me
I've been thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na

We woke up in the kitchen saying
"How in [bad word] did this [bad word] happen?"
Oh baby, [bad word] in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grinding off in that club
 [bad word] in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

We be all night, and everything all right
 [bad word] for my body so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking, walking in my l'assemblage
I'm [bad word] on the rope, [bad word] if you scared, call that ribbon
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
I'm on the Cognac, gangster wife
Newer sheets, he'd swear that I like washed rags, he wet up
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm sinking on the mic 'til my boy toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway then riding with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body Benz
Serving all this, swerv, surfing all of this good, good