VERSE 1: It's like bottle smashin people crashin Unnecessary drunken feuds it's fashion, Clean up that spilt drink or you aint crashin My bed's out of bounds so strictly no lashin Wheres my debit card nobody move You aint getting out of this room until I prove that you didnt take it And I missed placed it Now get out of my chair I wanna check face pic All these feisty chicks I gotta face it Even on a friday evening when I'm wasted You see this life well you're never gonna taste it I don't associate with waste kids
CHORUS: There's a gatherin where's it at my yard Who's reachin who's gettin messed up There's a gatherin where's it at my yard Who's reachin who's gettin fucked up
VERSE 2: Now who's in my yard I've lost count There's ten downstairs There's four on the couch There's five runnin' about Someone better bounce Before it's 'ding ding' and your lights are out Or you get left out like the ginge from girls aloud Someone's vomiting gimme the sponge and towel Allow it I ain't cleanin' up her sick Why have another sip if you can't handle it Lightweights I really can't stand them Stay awake before I do something random Permanent markers on their face I'll brand them Now welcome to the midget's mansion
BRIDGE: Who's reachin who's getting what what
VERSE 3: So that's me drunk as a skunk Shouting like some off key punk Someone got scared and went to The shop and got my junk food I wasn't trying to be rude I was in the gatheration spirit in it My brethren's dippin' her fries in guinness in it I gave her one look and I said been it in it She said she would be back in a minute is it Come back next friday