#HAPPYHOUR (feat. GUCCI MANE HAPPY HOUR)

Joe

Gucci

It just hit me

I'm kinda tipsy

But it ain't to drink inside this glass

That's got this room spinning way too fast

Words are slurring

Vision blurry

Feels like I had more than a few

Under the influence of you

Yeah

Somebody better call me a cab

Take me straight to rehab

You got me addicted

And I don't wanna fix it

Happy hour

So intoxicated every time you smile

Lips like wine

Happy hour

One taste and I am wasted

Gets me high

You're my happy hour

You got me buzzing

I can't stop now, girl, I'm loving

Feels like we're alone in a crowded room

Don't want this night to end too soon

So baby, hit me

One more time, let's make history (I love you)

Excuse me if I share too much

I can't help if you fill my cup

Somebody better call me a cab

Take me straight to rehab

You got me addicted

And I don't wanna fix it

Happy hour

So intoxicated every time you smile

Lips like wine

Happy hour

One taste and I am wasted

Gets me high (So high)

You're my happy hour

One more shot

Here we go, here we go

Throw it back

Here we go, here we go

Girl, I'm fading

You make me feel so good

(You're my happy hour)

Girl, if I'd write a book, you'd be my last chapter

Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album

I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter

Since she fuckin' with Guwop, that ass getting fatter

They say the devil wears Prada, well, angels love Chanel

Well, leave that lame and roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell

I had your fingers on burr, neck, burr, burr

Her favorite color pink, so I bought her a pink fur

Open the door for my lil' mama, I'm her chauffeur

I even buy you own 'Rar from the showroom floor

Like I'm addicted, give me something and I'mma want more

You got me fiendin', what the hell I need a blunt for?

I'm in a 'Rari, what the hell I need a trunk for?

We on a zebra rug, so I got her on all fours

Come ride with me, just drop your mouth and make a detour

'Cause if you're looking for a D-boy I'll be right here

Happy hour

So intoxicated every time you smile

Lips like wine (lips like wine)

Happy hour

One taste and I'm wasted

Gets me high (So high)

You're my

One more shot

Here we go, here we go

Throw it back

Here we go, here we go

Girl, I'm fading

You make me feel so good

(You're my happy hour)