Verse 1 I like this new style but you could say that I'm a novice Grab another drink, and let's make a toast to college Now you got me feelin a buzz, but I need this cause No night is ever gunna top this Shots of the Essie my mind is feeling polished Feelin much better as I lose a little knowledge Thinkin' you place keeps up? Oh come on kid! Compared to my world you look a little Amish Takin pulls with a Red Bull when he's chargin' But we never pay much Ronny for a bargin Hardships easily cured with a sip or two That's guarunteed 100 percent and positive proof If I'm going too hard I ain't stopping for you And I'm losing inhibition what you want me to do? Rock bottom's callin; so let it reel in I don't care man; I'm tryna feel it Hook If you party all night for the time of your life And have a couple extra drinks just to feel alright Then put your mother f**in' hands up, what! Put your mother f**in' hands up If you takin shots without a chase, and drinks to the face Start actin unsafe just to bring down the place Then put your mother f**in' hands up, what! Put your mother f**in' hands up Verse 2 Ligaments feelin' heavy, don't really feel the night ending Any, time soon drinkin' monsoons by the levee Tempt me, to another shot if you let me Drink as a form of venting More in me and I feel a little boastful Now I've lost track of what make a toast to And so my rappin will never leave the locals And this medicine really tends to burn my throat too sh**, I don't really care long as I feel like I might Keep it concrete like some Jay flights Everyone agrees so let's head to the party And if you wanna flee youre instead a little naughty This is life man, why would you escape it? Got me feeling right, and wonder if I'm gunna make it Rock bottom's callin; so let it reel in I don't care man; I'm tryna feel it Hook If you come up in the club with a couple of buds And you partyin cause you just don't give a f** Then put your mother f**in' hands up, what! Put your mother f**in' hands up If you come out to the spot with the place on lock And the party won't stop until a knock from cops Then put your mother f**in' hands up, what! Put your mother f**in' hands up Verse 3 Wash down some vodka with the teen angst Shoutout to my mama, for the be safe Text that I won't recollect while invest The bottom of the bottle's what I better see next A crown on the rocks please Ay yo I'm proud of my pops jeeze just get off my back Spike my blood and take a sip just to feel how I act And it's most likely that you'll never go back An invitation to elation coming straight from the tap And my lack of inhibition is the bait for the catch Feelin' loose feelin' ready, give me Goose give me Henny Feelin' richer than a penny multiplied by twenty Trillion. I'm silly gone and I won't stop Dude, Why you I babysittin two or three shots? The lifestyle's got me reeled in And now I feel it, feel it, feel it Hook If you party all night for the time of your life And have a couple extra drinks just to feel alright Then put your mother f**in' hands up, what! Put your mother f**in' hands up If you takin shots without a chase, and drinks to the face Start actin unsafe just to bring down the place Then put your mother f**in' hands up, what! Put your mother f**in' hands up If you come up in the club with a couple of buds And you partyin cause you just don't give a f** Then put your mother f**in' hands up, what! Put your mother f**in' hands up If you come out to the spot with the place on lock And the party won't stop until a knock from cops Then put your mother f**in' hands up, what! Put them hands up, uh Can you feel it?