This whiskey got me feeling pretty So pardon if I'm impolite
I just really need your ass with me I'm sorry 'bout the other night
And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines
But I'm turned up upstairs and I love you Is the only thing that's in my mind
You take me higher Higher than I've ever been, babe
Just come over, let's pour a drink, babe I hope I ain't calling you too late
Too late You light my fire Let's stay up late and smoke a jay
I wanna go back to the old way
But I'm drunk instead with a full ashtray With a little bit too much to say
