Llyric Morrison - Hymn of Bottles

We're getting fucked up
Menace in the club
We're getting fucked up
Popping bottles ain't enough
We're getting fucked up
Fucked up
We're getting fucked up
Fifth drink of the night, yes
Slowly feeling
Fly, yes
Yea we're getting fried, yes
Can you feel the hype
Yea this is the time, yes
Feeling superfly
I feel, I feel
Lightning in my mind
Rainbows in my drink
Striking at my bells
Now I hear them ring
I don't want to sin
God I love the thrill
Zoning out
I don't care about the bill
I just wish we could stop the time at will
Yea we're going up
Bring another cup
I don't give a fuck
Turning up we rock
Till we hit the spot we embrace the plot
And we feeling fly
Never feeling tired
And we feeling fly
Never getting tired
Do you feel the fire
We getting fucked up
Menace in the club
We getting fucked up
Popping bottles ain't enough
We getting fucked up
Fucked up
We getting fucked up
We getting fucked up
Menace in the club
We getting fucked up
Popping bottles ain't enough
We getting fucked up
Fucked up
We getting fucked up
Ok
I'm feeling emotions in motions
Their deep as a ocean
You know where its flowing
Transforming in energy
I don't need enemies
Feeling in impulses
Increasing the chemistry
We're getting fancy
Creating a remedy
We just keep it
Legendary
As a memory
Night is young
We ain't gonna leave
Hit the two step
Now we on the beat
Pour it all up don't sleep on me
Ye ye ye
See them homies brought us cake
Wildest night we let it rain
Party hard
Until its late
And we feeling fly
Never feeling tired
And we feeling fly
Never getting tired
Do you feel the fire
We getting fucked up
Menace in the club
We getting fucked up
Popping bottles ain't enough
We getting fucked up
Fucked up
We getting fucked up
We getting fucked up
Menace in the club
We getting fucked up
Popping bottles ain't enough
We getting fucked up
Fucked up
We getting fucked up

Written by:
Cyrill Kersee

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