Wish They'd Come Up With A 12-Pack

[Verse]

It's the summertime, everybody's getting wine

When you go to the store, could you please make mine

A St. Ides, and watch me drink it quick

At the family barbecue or the picnic

'Cause it's so hot this time of year

And if you're looking for a brand new beer

Grab that S-T-Crooked-I, it's ironic

It's not the Miller but smooth, it's like the chronic, bionic

And all the homies'll wanna take a sip

Of your brews with St. Ides and then take a dip

In the shade is where I was

And I'm sorry, lemonade never got me buzzed like this

It feels so good, Black

I kinda wish they'd come up with a 12-pack