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brim (jordan rys & ben waldee) - drink lyrics

[chorus]
you feel the breeze
up in my chevy pickup 2003
ain’t got no windows, call it country ac
i told my girl i’ll fix it right
so every friday night, yeah i’m working till it’s light
you best believe
only leather boot and denim jeans
got my degree
but that don’t mean i learned a single thing
i’m in a small town you ain’t seen on a map
where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class
so tell me
why the liquor’s still inside the bottle
help me
pour it up until i’m seeing double
you don’t need
to cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe
so don’t leave
till you pour mе that drink, oh yeah

[verse 1]
built the sema truck to whip it down the street
i brought thе ruger, we gon’ shoot more than the breeze
all these women love me, fish fear me and the sound
of my bass boat with the 200 coming round
so saddle on up, baby this thing won’t be getting stuck
no, this ain’t no squatted watch your step ’cause this boy lifted up
i can’t think better swim before i sink
so grab that whiskey, baby pour another drink
[chorus]
you feel the breeze
up in my chevy pickup 2003
ain’t got no windows, call it country ac
i told my girl i’ll fix it right
so every friday night, yeah i’m working till it’s light
you best believe
only leather boot and denim jeans
got my degree
but that don’t mean i learned a single thing
i’m in a small town you ain’t seen on a map
where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class
so tell me
why the liquor’s still inside the bottle
help me
pour it up until i’m seeing double
you don’t need
to cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe
so don’t leave
till you pour me that drink, oh yeah+yeah

[verse 2]
so pour me another one
going through shots like a double pump
i got my beer in my left
empty in my right
so i need to double cup, yeah
might as well double cup
my head is spinning like double dutch
all my fellas come with a caution
morgan wallen
dangerous
one+two stepping til the moon gets drunk
and falls out the sky like a headshot buck
all the ladies went home, me and the fellas got stuck
so pour me another drink, bout to turn this bar up
[chorus]
you feel the breeze
up in my chevy pickup 2003
ain’t got no windows, call it country ac
i told my girl i’ll fix it right
so every friday night, yeah i’m working till it’s light
you best believe
only leather boot and denim jeans
got my degree
but that don’t mean i learned a single thing
i’m in a small town you ain’t seen on a map
where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class
so tell me
why the liquor’s still inside the bottle
help me
pour it up until i’m seeing double
you don’t need
to cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe
so don’t leave
till you pour me that drink, oh yeah

- brim jordan rys ben waldee lyrics

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