Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox - Drunk in Love lyrics

I've been drinking, I've been drinking I get filthy when that liquor get into me I've been thinking, I've been thinking Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na na Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na na Cigars on ice, cigars on ice Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill Flashing lights, flashing lights You got me faded, faded, faded Baby, I want you, na na Can't keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy, I want you, na na Drunk in love We be all night We woke up in the kitchen saying "How the hell did this sh** happen?", oh baby Drunk in love, we be all night Last thing I remember is our Beautiful bodies grinding off in that club Drunk in love We be all night, love love We be all night, love love We be all night, and everything alright No complaints for my body So fluorescent under these lights Boy, I'm drinking Park it in my lot 7-11 I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing If you scared, call that reverend Boy, I'm drinking Get your game right Armand de brignac gangster wife Louis sheets, he sweat it out Like washed rags, he wear it out I'm singing On the mic to my boys' toys Then I fill the tub up halfway then Ride it with my surfboard Surfboard, surfboard Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body Been serving all this, swerve, surfing in all of this good good We be all night We woke up in the kitchen saying "How the hell did this sh** happen?", oh baby Drunk in love We be all night, love love We be all night, love love We be all night, love love We be all night Drunk in love..