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Joe( Joseph Lewis Thomas )
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Happy Hour
Gucci
It just hit me I'm kinda tipsy But it ain't the 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 the buzzing I can't stop now girl I'm loving, mm It was like we were 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 it 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 (when you smile) Lips like wine (lips like wine) Happy hour Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 faded You make me feel so good You're my happy hour
Girl, if I wrote 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 fuck, we'll go up there high fucking hard They say the devil wears Prada well angels love Chanel Well Lynden Lyman, roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell I had your fingers on burr, Nick burr burr Her favorite color pink, so I bought her a pink fur Open the door for my li'l mama, I'm her chauffeur I even buy you own ruff from the showroom floor Like I'm addicted, give me something I may want more You got me fiendin' what the hell I need a blunt for? Oh man, a robbery, what the hell I need a trunk for? We on a zebra work, so why I got her all fours Come while 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 (when you smile) Lips like wine (lips like wine) Happy hour One taste and I am 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
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