Drunk In Love (Stereothief Remix)

I've been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when the 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

Stars and ice, stars and 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
Thinking "How the hell did this shit happen?"
No fangs
Drunk in love, we'd be all night
Let's stay over, that way
It's our beautiful bodies grinding up in a glow

Drunk in love, we'd be all night
Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love
We'd be all night

And everything alright
No complaints from my body
So fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinkin'
Park it in my lot, 7-Eleven

I'm rubbin' on her, rub-rubbin'
If you scared, call that reven
Boy, I'm drinkin'
Get my brain right
I'm on the run, yeah, gangsta wife
Louis sheet he sweated out
Like wash rags he wear it out

I'm singing on the mic to my boy toys
And I fill the tub up halfway
Then ride it with my surfboard

Surfboard, surfboard
Grinding on that wood
Grinding, grinding on that wood
I'm swervin' on that, swervin', swervin' on that
Big body been surfing on this
Surf, surfing on this good good

Hahaha

We woke up in the kitchen
Thinking "How the hell did this shit happen?"
No fangs
Drunk in love, we'd be all night
Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love
We'd be all night

I'm nice right now, hold up
That D'Usse is the shit
If I do say so myself
If I do say so myself

If I do say so myself
Hold up, stumbled all in the house
Time to back up 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 third
I wanna see all the shit that I heard
You know I sling Clint Eastwood
Hope you can handle this curve

Foreplay in the 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, Turner
Baby, no, 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're gonna need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights
Sleep tight

We sex again in the morning
Your breastses is my breakfast
We going in
We'll be alright

Head high, never tired
I've been sipping, 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 here now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty daddy
I want you

Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love