Punch Drunk Love (feat. Kanye West)

I've been drinking, I've been drinking I get filthy when that liquor get into me I've been thinking, I've been thinking Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na na Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na na Cigars on ice, cigars on ice Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill Flashing lights, flashing lights You got me faded, faded, faded Baby, I want you, na na Can't keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy, I want you, na na Drunk in love, I want you We woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club Drunk in love We be all night, love, love We be all night, love, love We be all night, And everything alright No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights Boy, I'm drinking, Park it in my lot 7-11 I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right Armand de brignac, gangster wife Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my boy toys Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic til my voice hoarse Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it 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 Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good (I'm nice right now) Hold up That D'USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself Hold up, Stumbled all in the house time to back up all of that mouth That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far Talking 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol Slip the panties right to the side Ain't got the time to take draws off, on site Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike In '97 I bite, I'm Ike, Turner, turn up Baby no I don't play, now eat the cake, Anna Mae Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!" I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights you gonna need G3 4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight We sex again in the morning, your breastases is my breakfast We going in, we be all night Never tired, never tired I been sipping, that's the only thing that's keeping me on fire, me on fire Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire I've been drinking watermelon I want your body right here, daddy I want you, right now Can't keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy I want you