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