Pulling an old Classic out of the vault. Who doesn’t love to get a little Wibbly Wobbly.
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Lyrics
Hook
I got my drink in my hand, My words are getting slurry
I can barely stand, My visions getting blurry
Im walkin wibbly wobbly, I walkin wibbly wobbly
Im walkin wibbly wobbly, I walkin wibbly wobbly
JRock
Im walkin wibbly wobbly can’t you see me
I stay in the bottom of bottles like I’m dreamin of genie
I asked Jack do you want your flask back
Having flashbacks of takin shots … targets
The hardest, go ahead and jump, the bar’s set
I mean the bar scene, it’s mean … I’m clean Lysterine
I need a drink or three, are you listening
I’m pissed … your miffed, I just mean I’m peeing
Your sightseeing and I am a sight to be seen
All I need is one mic, 5 beers and I’m king
I mean Martin not Rodney, my punch is like Ali
When I preach, I stand out like Yao Ming
Know what I mean … I’m higher than anything
Walking like pendulum, my feet still on beat
I mean my feet still on street, hungry as a hostage
Gimme piece, no beef, let’s just eat
HOOK
Tweeter
Well I do believe me and Jeremy drank ourselves retarded
At that bar with some young things getting carded
Yo what’s ya name toots, as if it really matters
I ain’t trying to get ya number, I just wanna get ya wallet
Now we balling, gotcha bank account fallin
Til you get ya boy and we brawling
Hit him in his jaw, running out the back hallway
We been drinkin all day, call it what you wanna call it (Alcoholic!)
I’m sort of a lost cause, so toss them bras
Baby open up them awesome jaws and floss my balls
I’m nauseous, ending up across the halls
Trying to plant my seed like the farmers
On the wrong side of karma, setting off alarmses
I’m harmless, Never find me with a gun I’m armless
And I’m all this with a type of calmness
and my lips sealed tight, stallin, waiting on my lawyers
JRock
Not voyeurs, we go and get it, Tom Sawyers
You saw us, the man spit game flawless
In the bars with broads … no bras because
Their cause is to give us top down in our cars
Y’all shooting blanks, we shooting stars
Got more bars than the yellow brick road in that movie OZ
That’s truly cause, A couple drinks and thinking like I’m Lincoln
Connected like LinkedIn, my job is drinkin
Tweeter
I got my pool stick, my new kicks,
A few of my dudes I’m cool with
The shoe fits, the moment the booze hits
I become the fool not to fool with,
unless you two chicks ho do chicks with huge tits
My crew proved to be lunatics, too legit too cool for this school
Drinking two-fifths of some new shit too quick
And they pukin it, the blueprint for stupid grouped with a couple boobies
A few of them doobies, feeling loose as it gets
HOOK
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