Orwells Southern Comfort
[Verse 1]
Drink by drink, I think, I'm thinkin'
Why not train with me this week-end?
And I can't walk and I can't dance
Give me a smile and then take off your pants
[Verse 2]
Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror
Girls in the back, trunks full of beer
Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize
I'm not that open, I'm gettin' really wise
[Verse 3]
Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue?
Won't stop sipping till we're both numb
Lose that dirt and the short black skirt
Why the lip gloss and the tight white shirt?
[Verse 4]
Hand down my pants, hands on my grass
Got to the bottom of the bottom, but I still can't dance
Like this brother with the hand full of ass
Bad ass shades and a bag full of grass
