Aasha Marie - Byob (feat. Just Steve & Thre) Lyrics

To all my drinkers, you know, sip slow
But for all my non-drinkers, you could pour out a little bit, yep
BYOB

I been tryna get my ducks in a row
Better yet tryna Line up all my X's and O's
No more playin' games with my exes and old's
Got a new flame, scorchin' through the rest of my rolodex
I ain't worried 'bout who is next
I got a husband now, proud to say I stood the test
Flesh was weak, but the spirit on super flex
Was goin' under, but thank God he never failed to rescue
My Jet Blue flew from the madness
Shrewd with the dudes I would usually magnet
Refused the boos threw the ghosts in the casket
Mourned over sin, now got comfort and laughin
I've overcome, so raise your glass
Join me, pour your tears on the concrete slab
Nights turn to day, the LORD makes us glad
Celebrate the escape that you made from your past

Celebrate, pop your bottle
Go full throttle
Don't stop now no
Give God praise
Celebrate, pop your bottle
Go full throttle
Don't stop now no
Give God praise

Uh, and I'm glad you asked
I'm feelin' glad like I passed the class
Or light, like I passed the fast
Thank God I made it past the past
So homie, could you pass the glass? Ah
'Cause His plan was better than mine
And it all had got better in time
But I'd be lyin' if I said everything's fine
But ultimately made it better for my rhymes
Reality is, ain't too many stories like mine
I celebrate that I'm even in my right mind
I remember losing more people in a one year span
Than a lotta folks will lose in a lifetime
But, I can see clearly when the rain goes
I guess it made sense for me to change clothes
God had me covered, and covered at every angle
Thought it was a wrap 'til He sent another Angel

Celebrate, pop your bottle
Go full throttle
Don't stop now no
Give God praise
Celebrate, pop your bottle
Go full throttle
Don't stop now
Give God praise

Toast, bottles in the air
His name bein' hallowed up in here
They think we drunk, Spirit got us waddlin' in here
And we ain't got a sorrow, not a care
Plus, bowtie with the tux
No prize, low eyes, get 'em up
See what He's done, the reason we've won
Come get a plate, the seasoning's mwah so good
And the evening's young
And the scenery's fun
It's real here, no cast away
He come to change your name like Cassius Clay
And know, if we pass over, you won't pass away
Though we livin' in the last of days
Praise, there's a reason to celebrate
He put our tears in bottles that'll never break

Celebrate, pop your bottle
Go full throttle
Don't stop now no
Give God praise
Celebrate, pop your bottle
Go full throttle
Don't stop now no
Give God praise
Celebrate, pop your bottle
Go full throttle
Don't stop now
Give God praise
Celebrate, pop your bottle
Go full throttle
Don't stop now
Give God praise