[ Chorus 2x ] Never used to fuck with the red Til I took a couple good bottles to the head And now Im bout that good wine, and good wine Leaning off that good wine, and good wine [Verse 1] To be real I only paid ten dollars But now my teeth red and every problem feel much smaller Work my game as a scholar Though I hate it dont bother Im on the top of the bottom Make out and lay it down proper Wish i could sleep through that snooze button You know my eyes they aint holding up I been keeping my cool They getting mad that Im growing up Ive been saying me too And I wish I could chill Spend some time with my friends Celebrate keeping it real Im bout to pour a few glasses till Im off axis Wake up to rap practice stomach full a fat bastard I got some friends who would jump in front of pistols for me So I aint trippin homie if I die they sip it for me Pumpin Bob Dylan, rollin Down the street with my homies He steady smoke blowing Out the window I love it And Imma keep going It aint too fun to remember So keep me bumping forever Life just get better and better I said I... [ Chorus 2x ] Never used to fuck with the red Til I took a couple good bottles to the head And now Im bout that good wine, and good wine Leaning off that good wine, and good wine [Outro] Come on yeah Shalalalala la My voice is so damn raspy Its like Jon Jonathan Canary Bananski You made my world turn Third person Im emerging Looking for some sea urchins Looking for Steve Irwin, rest in peace I need to go get my car leased And rent a Jeep, yeah Thats what I need, yeah So raspy, yeah The Greats of Gatsby, yeah So damn frasky Randy Martins ass cheeks, yeah
wine, good, raspy, yeah, leaning