#HAPPYHOUR (feat. GUCCI MANE HAPPY HOUR)

Joe Gucci It just hit me I'm kinda tipsy But it ain't to drink inside this glass That's got this room spinning way too fast Words are slurring Vision blurry Feels like I had more than a few Under the influence of you Yeah Somebody better call me a cab Take me straight to rehab You got me addicted And I don't wanna fix it Happy hour So intoxicated every time you smile Lips like wine Happy hour One taste and I am wasted Gets me high You're my happy hour You got me buzzing I can't stop now, girl, I'm loving Feels like we're alone in a crowded room Don't want this night to end too soon So baby, hit me One more time, let's make history (I love you) Excuse me if I share too much I can't help if you fill my cup Somebody better call me a cab Take me straight to rehab You got me addicted And I don't wanna fix it Happy hour So intoxicated every time you smile Lips like wine Happy hour One taste and I am wasted Gets me high (So high) You're my happy hour One more shot Here we go, here we go Throw it back Here we go, here we go Girl, I'm fading You make me feel so good (You're my happy hour) Girl, if I'd write a book, you'd be my last chapter Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter Since she fuckin' with Guwop, that ass getting fatter They say the devil wears Prada, well, angels love Chanel Well, leave that lame and roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell I had your fingers on burr, neck, burr, burr Her favorite color pink, so I bought her a pink fur Open the door for my lil' mama, I'm her chauffeur I even buy you own 'Rar from the showroom floor Like I'm addicted, give me something and I'mma want more You got me fiendin', what the hell I need a blunt for? I'm in a 'Rari, what the hell I need a trunk for? We on a zebra rug, so I got her on all fours Come ride with me, just drop your mouth and make a detour 'Cause if you're looking for a D-boy I'll be right here Happy hour So intoxicated every time you smile Lips like wine (lips like wine) Happy hour One taste and I'm wasted Gets me high (So high) You're my One more shot Here we go, here we go Throw it back Here we go, here we go Girl, I'm fading You make me feel so good (You're my happy hour)