Brooke Candy - Feel Yourself (Alcohol) [feat. Cory Enemy] | Текст песни

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• Brooke Candy
• Feel Yourself (Alcohol) [feat. Cory Enemy]

I'm on that soda hey hey
Don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may get a heart attack
Its okay grab a bottle off that Tequila shelf
I'll show you how to play the game, I don't blame you if you feel yourself

From the wall to the bed. Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on feel yourself!

(Yeah yeah yeah Candy) x3

I bite it
Suicide doors, that's my deal
My night out
Fucked up till its lights out
Blacked out, wasted
Tryna' get up on that faggot
So debilitated, America's most hated
You drunk right?
Turn it into a prom night
Work it up, drunk fight
Suck it till you drunk right
Blame it on that liquor
We be swerving off of that liquor
Blurry off of that liquor
Buzzy Bee slurring off of that liquor

I'm on that soda hey hey
Don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may get a heart attack
Its okay grab a bottle off that Tequila shelf
I'll show you how to play the game, I don't blame you if you feel yourself

From the wall to the bed. Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself!

(Yeah yeah yeah Candy) x3