Текст песни Gettin Drunk - Paul Supreme

Halo on my bedpost
There's just an angel in my room again
Whiskey on the nightstand
Guess I was just too drunk to do it again
Step into my flip-flops
The sound of all the street noise makes me spin
Spin the wheel of fortune
Light me up a J for just get lit again

Man, I'm such a trooper, I be taking all these shots
Give me the tequila, all the bombs and the vod
I don't wanna work, I just wanna get drunk
Order Uber 1 if I'm too fucked up
Called her ten times cause I thought I was in love
Had her in my bed, but I couldn't get it up
Now I'm right back to the same spot I was when I woke up
Look ma no hands on a beer bong
I can only think about like right now
Cause the moment is the only thing to live for
So go get yourself a cup and let me pour you up

Oh, I go to work, I hate my job, but I get paid
So I'm getting drunk and feeling good and getting laid
Spark me up a cigarette, I'm chilling in the shade
Pour me up another one, I really love that drink

Boss comes up, throws some papers on my desk
Says, get to work, I say, hell nah, bruh
Then he said to me, why you gotta be a punk
I said, I'm not, dawg, I'm just trying to get drunk
Then to my surprise, he opened up my eyes
He replied, okay, fuck it, let's go hit the local pub
I'm like, that's what's up
Hopped up in my truck and he sparked one up
That's how I found out that my boss is cool as fuck
Now I'm not at work cause I'm getting drunk

Oh, I go to work, I hate my job, but I get paid
So I'm getting drunk and feeling good and getting laid
Spark me up a cigarette, I'm chilling in the shade
Pour me up another one, I really love that drink

Oh, I go to work, I hate my job, but I get paid
So I'm getting drunk and feeling good and getting laid
Spark me up a cigarette, I'm chilling in the shade
Pour me up another one, I really love that drink

And I could get drunk a thousand times
To get all this bullshit off my mind
And on a good day, I say, it'll be all fine, I try
And on a bad day, I die, but what's insane, I'm on again

Oh, I go to work, I hate my job, but I get paid
So I'm getting drunk and feeling good and getting laid
Spark me up a cigarette, I'm chilling in the shade
Pour me up another one, I really love that drink

Oh, I go to work, I hate my job, but I get paid
So I'm getting drunk and feeling good and getting laid
Spark me up a cigarette, I'm chilling in the shade
Pour me up another one, I really love that drink

And I could get drunk a thousand times
To get all this bullshit off my mind
My breakfast continental
She sent me something sentimental
But I'm too gone, can't send a good reply
I check out and I crash the rental