Happy Hour - Joe, Gucci Mane

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

It’s like wine

Happy hour

When taste maybe I’m wasted

Get’s me high

You’re my happy hour

You got the buzzing

I can’t stop now, girl, I’m loving

It was like we were 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 shed too much

I can’t help if you fill my cup

Somebody better call me a cab

Take me straight rehab

You got me addicted

And I don’t wanna fix it

Happy hour

So intoxicated every time you smile

It’s like wine

Happy hour

When taste maybe I’m wasted

Get’s 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 fuck, we’ll go up that fucking

They say the devil wears Prada well angels love Chanel

Well Lynden Lyman, roll with me, I’ll keep you fresh as hell

I had your fingers on, Nick

Our favorite pink, so I bought her a pink fur

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

I even buy you own from the showroom floor

Like I’m addicted, give me something and I want more

You got me thinking 'what the hell I need a blander for?'

Oh man, a robbery, what the hell I need a trunk for?

We on a zebra work, so why I got on our force

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

It’s like wine (It's like wine)

Happy hour

When taste maybe I’m wasted

Get’s 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)