This whiskey got me feelin' pretty, So

pardon if I'm impolite

I just really need your ass with me,

I'm sorry 'bout the other night

And I

know I could be more creative,

And come up with poetic lines

But I'm

turnt up upstairs and I love you

Is the only thing that's in my mind, You take me

higher,

higher than I've ever

been, babe, Just come over, let's pour a

drink, babe

I hope I ain't calling u

too late, too late

You light my

fire, Let's stay up late and

smoke a J

I wanna go back to the

old way, But I'm

drunk

and still with a full

ash

tray,

With a little bit too much

to

say