| FIDLAR – Cheap Beer Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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You're both fucking wrong. It's: Me and my friends in a hundred dollar rocko, Busting down the street while cursing on the road, Getting fucked up on the 1-0-1, Shooting our guns and having fun. Forty beers later and a line of speed, Eight-ball of blow and half pound of weed, Heading down the tracks to Mexico, Fucked up here and stay and go. I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you So I sail on a ship, let it be a large ship, Beer is always better when I am around you, Ten to the bar, bring it on my scene, But he was drinking cheap beer so here I’ve been. To me it’s not hard to get up at 8am., Fuck the clock, drink right again. Twenty three years I've been drinking cheap beer 61 miles from miles from the liquor store. I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you. I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you. I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you |
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