Benny Troung - Day Drinking lyrics

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Benny Troung - Day Drinking lyrics

Pre-Chorus: Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Everybody, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get tipsy, like your step-dad Chorus: Monday, drinkin' Tuesday, drinkin' Wednesday, drinkin' Ooh, they stinkin' All this drinkin', why am I drivin'? Imma clock in, and pop me a Heineken Verse 1: Balanced Breakfast: mussels, tequila Pardon me, I got the toughest diarrhea I been day drinkin', I stay pissin' You gon' need a mop "Why?" I stay missin I rapped for a ho, let me put my face in it She pulled out a keychain, it had mace in it (ugh) Now she sprayin' it In my face and sh** Young Benjamin, banned from the H&M And from the mall, I ran through the mall Scarin' all the parents, no pants in the mall I would shake your hand, but my hand's on my balls Like "Who's the Boss?" Tony Danza to y'all (wow) Angela, Mona Samantha, I bone her "Ain't that your daughter?" Nah, I disowned her Committin' incest with Alyssa Milano Don't judge me, fairy, you Danny Pintauro Pre-Chorus: Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Everybody, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get tipsy, like your step-dad Chorus: Monday, drinkin' Tuesday, drinkin' Wednesday, drinkin' Ooh, they stinkin' All this drinkin', why am I drivin'? Imma clock in, and pop me a Heineken Verse 2: Look at me, I'm exceptional Drink my own pee, thirty-three percent ethanol I don't need a pimp cup, I got a Big Gulp Filled up with Vodka, (glug, glug, glug) Lipton and mixed up Took a sip of it, now I'm superman X-ray vision, lookin' at your b**bies, ma'am Fly like a bird, fly like a plane I'm tired of the herb, time for the 'caine I'm fly like Jermaine, Dupri or Jackson On the C-list, but still seein' action See a skeeza, Imma squeeze her back end Looked at my co*k, "I see you're packin" Girl, you thicky-thicc Give me kissy-kiss She unzip me quick b**h, lick the stick "Why won't it get hard?" This some twisted sh** I got whiskey-dick Time to slit my wrists Pre-Chorus: Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Everybody, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get drunk, everybody Get tipsy, like your step-dad Chorus: Monday, drinkin' Tuesday, drinkin' Wednesday, drinkin' Ooh, they stinkin' All this drinkin', why am I drivin'? Imma k**-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Outro: Man: When people think of substance abuse, they often picture an addict living on the streets. But the fact is that most abusers have jobs, and are frequently able to conceal their problem from their employers, co-workers, and even their families

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