Tipsy

[Intro: Dialogue Sample] "Thank you, my dear. Ahh. And an excellent vintage it is, too. But if you're implying that I'm tipsy, sir—" "Oh, of course he's not." [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] One, here come the two to the three to the four Everybody wrecked out on the dance floor Smelling like sex, tryna flex for the score Go 'head and bring the bottle, you ain't even gotta pour Neon lights is bright enough to make the eyes sore DJ got 'em hype enough, they crying for morе Crowd is turnt, they loud as fuck, the bass is like a roar This finna bе the night, they can feel it in they core Here come the three to the two to the one When the speakers clip, shit sound like a gun If the pussy don't pop, then it wasn't any fun And if you ain't come with squat, prolly you better run She in the mosh pit, going crazy with the scum He in the stall, sick, vision hazy from the rum If you make it out alive, bet your ears finna hum for a day and a half—now relax, have fun [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] Two, here come the three to the four to the five If the music stop now, everybody prolly die Weed smoke in the ’rr, everybody prolly high "Oh you ain't? What, you think you better? Muh’fucker, bye" Somebody getting stomped 'cause his eyes looking sideways Crying like a bitch, took a hit off the high-grade And ran back in, balling fists, looking irate Grabbed that motherfucker, hung his ass off the fire escape Here come the four to the three to the two Somebody start crowdsurfing right out the blue Air getting thick, can't breathe, but it's cool Instead of living one life, you gon' need two Two chains, two shots, too drunk, 2Pac (Hit 'em up) Too late to stop, two more, do not— (Give a fuck) Today is lost, tomorrow not— (Gonna come) 'Til sun come up, tonight is to— (Get drunk) [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Three, here come the four to the five to the six Stabbing bound to happen if you acting like you rich Or you was yapping to the cap'n, hear they clapping on a snitch And smack him ninety-nine times just for acting like a hctib Say it backwards for the radio or scratch it like a itch Matter-fact, do not come back if you are sensitive to Ish Not the white whale-chaser—straight shots, double-fist Next week same time, hit the line around six Way too savage on the average, daily, asses get the tips Next established, you the ratchetest They have to be the lick to hit for cabbage Need a carriage at the front, so what is Lyft? The shit is done before the sun come up, you know it's time to dip [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)