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)