Lyrics WHISKEY WHISKEY (feat. Morgan Wallen) - Morgan Wallen , Moneybagg Yo

Another shot, she'll love me again (run that back, Turbo)
Haha, make it a double

Whiskey, whiskey, won't you go away? Come again some other day
'Cause her memory came out to play, and I'm tired of it, tired of it
I don't wanna wonder where she been (where she at?)
She was here, now she gone again (need her back)
Now it's me and all my whiskey friends
And I'm tired of it (hey), tired of it (yeah, speak)

Dark brown skin, caught eye contact while walkin' in (on the walk-up)
Perfect timin', get beside me, now we lockin' in (linked in)
She like, "Tell me how you want it, on the rocks again (what else?)
Lil' salt around the rim (okay), filled to the top again?" (Let's go)

Fell back, now I'm back in it, del dia shots got me sinnin'
Big rack, but these jeans skinny, plain Richard Millie square bidness (boss)
See me in the club two-steppin', diamonds 'round my neck square-dancin'
You done made a gangsta romantic, feenin' for your love, I'm an addict (ayy)

So addicted, ain't nothin' we can do about it (nah)
Country motherfucker, I say, "What's up?" she say, "Howdy" (howdy)
Call you my lil' cowgirl how you ride it like a stallion (uh, uh)
Don't know why I love it, can't get tired of it (I'm on you bad)

Whiskey, whiskey, won't you go away? Come again some other day
'Cause her memory came out to play, and I'm tired of it, tired of it
I don't wanna wonder where she been (where she at?)
She was here, now she gone again (need her back)
Now it's me and all my whiskey friends
And I'm tired of it, tired of it

Put you up and hide you on the shelf, I swear I'm through with ya
You so hard to leave alone, it's always somethin' new with ya
Ain't no way to get her gone, gone, gone, so I guess I'm gonna tie one on
She's so cold, I had to go and pour you over ice
Way you got me locked down, you'd think whiskey was my wife
You so good, I had to take you home and hit it twice
Two of you gon' keep me up all night

Whiskey, whiskey, won't you go away? Come again some other day
'Cause her memory came out to play, and I'm tired of it, tired of it
I don't wanna wonder where she been (where she at?)
She was here, now she gone again (need her back)
Now it's me and all my whiskey friends
And I'm tired of it, tired of it

And I'm tired of it, tired of it