Drop a hundred on food another hun on drinks
Ain't put a dime in my bank account in six weeks
Too drunk to care too cool to count
Ball til I fall or at least until the checks bounce
Been at the same spot 12 hours straight
Lost track of time I ain't even ate
Shakin hands kissin babies
Drunk as hell making out with busted ass ladies
Drinks keep magically appearing in my hand
And as they dissappear I feel more like a man
The look of a grown man you know ain't playin
Your new best friend if I ain't the one payin
I probably wouldn't kick it with ya'll if I was sober
Vagrant dick out pissin in the corner
When they throw me out that's when the party's over
Until then I'm going hard I'm a soldier
Dudes is mad cause he never got back at em
Chicks is mad cause he played em like backgammon
Tall glass double up on the scotch and seven
He goin hard like they just ended prohibition
Short chick think I like her
Face cool body fire Told him in '06 he became her favorite writer
Right after 'Boombox' and 'blame it on the jagermeister'
She said she like the gap in his smile
And if he's too drunk he can crash at her house
All excited he ain't about to calm her down
Cause now his dicks' harder than impressing Simon Cowell
Wow I love a chick with a plan
But right now I need another beer in my hand
No offense but I ain't listenin man
I came here to kick it not to hear your shitty band
Keep bouncing Bouncing Bouncing
Keep Keep Bouncing Keep bouncing Bouncing Bouncing
Keep Keep Bouncing Bounce baby c'mon bounce
Bounce baby c'mon bounce Bounce baby c'mon bounce
We're bouncing We're bouncing