holy crap! the air in here is affecting my brain.
holy crap! get this girl a cold brew—
I can’t think I can’t write I can’t dress
I can’t work I can’t draw I can’t kiss
It’s too friggin' hot
Get this girl a brew shot!
Ahh, let your aspirations inflame
While you sit back and sip a barley pop.
Can you taste it on your lips?
I can’t even wait—to the distributor I race!
Yes, coors light just in stock for me!
Load it up in the back of the mini
Coming back to unload the prize piece—
Can’t hardly wait to unbridle my beer treat.
Up on the third floor in my apartment bedroom
I break one out—flip the tap AND
Aw shucks, man, the beer is flat.