Lyrics Watsky – Mean Ass Drunk
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We’re summoning spirits
We’re tearing the labels
We’re clearer than vodka
Don’t bottle it up, don’t bottle it up
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Oh no (Oh shit)
Oh no (Oh shit)
Oh no (oh no no no no no no no no no)
You say it’s your thing to be honest
Like it’s kinda this token of pride
Well to be honest you are kind of a goddess
But being with you kinda kills me inside
You want me to explain it, well
It’s sort of this look in your eye
Like you’re cooking an egg
On the hood of a car
‘Cause you looked at it hard
But my heart is the egg
And you’re watching it fry
I’m not gonna cry
I’m not gonna lie
I am gonna cry
But not right here
Give me like a minute
Let me get up in my feelings
While I pop my beer
Shit is getting muddy
And I’m seeking out a buddy
But it’s not quite clear
What you expect from me
When you’re disrespecting me
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Oh no (Oh shit)
Oh no (Oh shit)
Oh no (oh no no no no no no no no no)
Wanna treat me like a dog on a leash
Well, that’s your prerogative sheesh
But if she wanna see what we got
When the saga repeats, nada, capisce
I’m not a complete wretch
I fetch
I sit at bit
But I’m not gonna stay
But if you wanna see me
You can see my feets
And my cute little cheeks
When I’m walking away
You can see me sitting on the dock of the bay
You can see me licking on my crotch like a stray
But if you gotta see me like a prop in a play
Gotta say, I’ll be skippin’ what you got for today
Maybe you’ll be thinking that I’m hot in the head
Or I’m sick and picking and at my chicken pox in the bed
You can think what you like
I think I’ll take a hike
Oh no (Oh shit)
Oh no (Oh shit)
It’s just one small complaint
I know I am no saint
Oh no (Oh no)
Oh shit (Oh shit)
Oh no
I think we’re old enough to know what we ain’t
We’re summoning spirits (spit it out, spit it out, spit that shit out)
We’re tearing the labels (get it off, get it off, get that shit off)
We’re clearer than vodka (put ’em down, put ’em down, put that shit down)
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
