Lyrics Drunk In Love - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox feat. Cristina Gatti
I've
been
drinking,
I've
been
drinking
I
get
filthy
when
that
liquor
get
into
me
I've
been
thinking,
I've
been
thinking
Why
can't
I
keep
my
fingers
off
you,
baby?
I
want
you,
na
na
Why
can't
I
keep
my
fingers
off
you,
baby?
I
want
you,
na
na
Cigars
on
ice,
cigars
on
ice
Feeling
like
an
animal
with
these
cameras
all
in
my
grill
Flashing
lights,
flashing
lights
You
got
me
faded,
faded,
faded
Baby,
I
want
you,
na
na
Can't
keep
your
eyes
off
my
fatty
Daddy,
I
want
you,
na
na
Drunk
in
love,
I
want
you
We
woke
up
in
the
kitchen
saying
"How
the
hell
did
this
shit
happen?",
oh
baby
Drunk
in
love,
we
be
all
night
Last
thing
I
remember
is
our
Beautiful
bodies
grinding
off
in
that
club
Drunk
in
love
We
be
all
night,
love
love
We
be
all
night,
love
love
We
be
all
night,
and
everything
alright
No
complaints
for
my
body,
so
fluorescent
under
these
lights
Boy,
I'm
drinking,
walking
in
my
l'assemblage
I'm
rubbing
on
it,
rub-rubbing
If
you
scared,
call
that
reverend
Boy,
I'm
drinking,
Imma
bring
it
right
Oñly
bring
you
a
gangster
wife
Louis
sheets,
he
sweat
it
out
like
washed
rags,
he
wet
it
up
Boy,
I'm
drinking,
I'm
singing
on
the
mic
to
my
boys'
toys
Then
I
fill
the
tub
up
halfway
then
ride
it
with
my
surfboard
Surfboard,
surfboard
Graining
on
that
wood,
graining,
graining
on
that
wood
I'm
swerving
on
that,
swerving,
swerving
on
that
big
body
Been
Serving
all
this,
swerve,
surfing
all
of
this
good
good
We
woke
up
in
the
kitchen
saying
"How
the
hell
did
this
shit
happen?",
oh
baby
Drunk
in
love,
we
be
all
night
Last
thing
I
remember
is
our
Beautiful
bodies
grinding
off
in
that
club
Drunk
in
love
We
be
all
night,
love
love
We
be
all
night,
love
love
Hold
up,
hold
up
I
do
say
it's
the
shit
if
I
do
say
so
myself
If
I
do
say
so
myself,
if
I
do
say
so
myself
Hold
up,
stumble
all
in
the
house
tryna
backup
all
of
that
mouth
That
you
had
all
in
the
car,
talking
'bout
you
the
baddest
bitch
thus
far
Talking
'bout
you
be
repping
that
3rd,
wanna
see
all
that
shit
that
I
heard
Know
I
sling
Clint
Eastwood,
hope
you
can
handle
this
curve,
uh
Foreplay
in
a
foyer,
fucked
up
my
Warhol
Slid
the
panties
right
to
the
side
Ain't
got
the
time
to
take
drawers
off
On
sight
Catch
a
charge
I
might,
beat
the
box
up
like
Mike
In
'97
I
bite,
I'm
Ike
Turner,
turn
up
Baby
know
I
don't
play,
now
eat
the
cake,
Anna
Mae
Said,
"Eat
the
cake,
Anna
Mae!"
I'm
nice,
for
y'all
to
reach
these
heights
you
gon'
need
G3
4,
5,
6 flights,
sleep
tight
We
sex
again
in
the
morning,
your
breasteses
is
my
breakfast
We
going
in,
we
be
all
night
We
be
all
night,
love
love
We
be
all
night,
love
love
Never
tired,
never
tired
I
been
sippin',
that's
the
only
thing
That's
keeping
me
on
fire,
me
on
fire
Didn't
mean
to
spill
that
liquor
all
on
my
attire
I've
been
drinking,
watermelon
(I
want
your
body
right
here,
daddy,
I
want
you,
right
now)
Can't
keep
your
eyes
off
my
fatty
Daddy,
I
want
you
We
be
all
night,
love
love
We
be
all
night,
love
love
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