Good Wine

Never used to fuck with the red Til' I took a couple good bottles to the head And now I'm bout that good wine, and good wine Leaning off that good wine, and good wine (1) To be real I only paid ten dollars But now my teeth red and every problem feel much smaller Work my game as a scholar Though I hate it don't bother I'm on the top of the bottom Make out and lay it down proper Wish i could sleep through that snooze button You know my eyes they ain't holding up I been keeping my cool They getting mad that I'm growing up I've been saying me too And I wish I could chill Spend some time with my friends Celebrate keeping it real I'm bout to pour a few glasses till I'm off axis Wake up to rap practice stomach full a fat bastard I got some friends who would jump in front of pistols for me So I ain't trippin homie if I die they sip it for me Pumpin Bob Dylan, rollin Down the street with my homies He steady smoke blowing Out the window I love it And Imma keep going It ain't too fun to remember So keep me bumping forever Life just get better and better I said I... Never used to fuck with the red Til' I took a couple good bottles to the head And now I'm bout that good wine, and good wine Leaning off that good wine, and good wine () Come on yeah Shalalalala la My voice is so damn raspy It's like Jon- Jonathan Canary Bananski You made my world turn Third person I'm emerging Looking for some sea urchins Looking for Steve Irwin, rest in peace I need to go get my car leased And rent a Jeep, yeah That's what I need, yeah So raspy, yeah The Great's of Gatsby, yeah So damn frasky Randy Martins ass cheeks, yeah