Mic Flo - Happy Hour

Yo what time is it?
Oh it's after five
You know what that means, we got the happy hour specials on deck! Let's do it!

I got beer in the fridge, girls at the crib
Leaving my last test screaming out "Can I live?"
And this is what I did
Roll out to happy hour, out where everybody is
I ain't talking bout no test girl lets talk about yo lips
Let's talk about yo eyes, yo thighs, and yo hips
Now I got her laughing as we out having sips
Then her man shows up and he's not having this
So I'm gone in sixty seconds
I ain't know she had a man I ain't with the home wrecking
But if she ain't got a ring, I'ma do my thing
Especially if she looking so ravishing
Now I got one on me sorta like some static cling
But she high stress type always panicking
So you type A so you gotta
Focus on the fun
But she focused on the test can't get past number one
So this conversation is bout done
Please don't kill my vibe
Please don't kill my vibe
After test stress, need happy hour to survive
And when I step in is when the party has arrived

At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's Happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour

Got beer in the fridge, grub at the crib
Fresh off work screaming out can I live
And this what I did
Couple pints at Rhinegeist
Well maybe four or five pints
Looking to the future forget about the hindsight
But I'm still plotting my heist of the lime light
Back to happy hour cuz that's the start of my night
In the OTR
With my princess you see no tiara
Just her cozy aura
Living in the moment cuz we don't see farther
Just now, happy hour with the crazy behavior
Spit styles on the files that are made my neighbor
I got the keys. It's like being majors my majors
FleezFleez, With that mad flavor to savor
Like tacos with Cholula, Citracado's in the schooner
When it's hotter in the summer
Happy hour got it cooler, happy hour

At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's Happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour

Got beer in the fridge, dogs at the crib
Wife's off work screaming out "Can I live?"
And this is what I did
Wanna make her a dinner but I gotta shop a bit
So I meet her up at whole foods, lift up her low mood
Listening to how her attendings were so rude
Then I go and feed her soul with some soul food
She takes a bite and she is like "Whoa, dude!"
Eating Jambalaya talking about desire
To hit that Powerball and just peace out, retire
Everything she does I respect and admire
I been through it so I understand she always tired
But now we're fired up, moods higher up
After happy hour dancing like we're wired up
And there ain't even no music
Had a long week so we just being stupid
So please don't kill our vibe
You can't kill our vibe
Step in happy hour and now we feel alive
To survive sometimes, you must abide by your own rules
Man happy hour starts at 5
Yo what time is it?
Oh it's after five
You know what that means, we got the happy hour specials on deck! Let's do it!

I got beer in the fridge, girls at the crib
Leaving my last test screaming out "Can I live?"
And this is what I did
Roll out to happy hour, out where everybody is
I ain't talking bout no test girl lets talk about yo lips
Let's talk about yo eyes, yo thighs, and yo hips
Now I got her laughing as we out having sips
Then her man shows up and he's not having this
So I'm gone in sixty seconds
I ain't know she had a man I ain't with the home wrecking
But if she ain't got a ring, I'ma do my thing
Especially if she looking so ravishing
Now I got one on me sorta like some static cling
But she high stress type always panicking
So you type A so you gotta
Focus on the fun
But she focused on the test can't get past number one
So this conversation is bout done
Please don't kill my vibe
Please don't kill my vibe
After test stress, need happy hour to survive
And when I step in is when the party has arrived

At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's Happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour

Got beer in the fridge, grub at the crib
Fresh off work screaming out can I live
And this what I did
Couple pints at Rhinegeist
Well maybe four or five pints
Looking to the future forget about the hindsight
But I'm still plotting my heist of the lime light
Back to happy hour cuz that's the start of my night
In the OTR
With my princess you see no tiara
Just her cozy aura
Living in the moment cuz we don't see farther
Just now, happy hour with the crazy behavior
Spit styles on the files that are made my neighbor
I got the keys. It's like being majors my majors
FleezFleez, With that mad flavor to savor
Like tacos with Cholula, Citracado's in the schooner
When it's hotter in the summer
Happy hour got it cooler, happy hour

At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's Happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour

Got beer in the fridge, dogs at the crib
Wife's off work screaming out "Can I live?"
And this is what I did
Wanna make her a dinner but I gotta shop a bit
So I meet her up at whole foods, lift up her low mood
Listening to how her attendings were so rude
Then I go and feed her soul with some soul food
She takes a bite and she is like "Whoa, dude!"
Eating Jambalaya talking about desire
To hit that Powerball and just peace out, retire
Everything she does I respect and admire
I been through it so I understand she always tired
But now we're fired up, moods higher up
After happy hour dancing like we're wired up
And there ain't even no music
Had a long week so we just being stupid
So please don't kill our vibe
You can't kill our vibe
Step in happy hour and now we feel alive
To survive sometimes, you must abide by your own rules
Man happy hour starts at 5

At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's Happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
It's happy hour, happy hour, happy hour
At happy hour, happy hour, happy hour

Written by:
Michael Richardson

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