Mo Lester - Southern Sweet Tea Lyrics

I'm in the mood for something
No, not a beer for chugging
Something to send them shivers right up my spine

Oh, honey, no, you best not
'Cause don't you know I called it
Yeah, I done claimed that jar of sugar as mine

It's just that southern sweet tea
Man, I love how it hits
Little kick of caffeine
From my head to my hips
And nobody I know can make it
Like mother makes that southern sweet tea

I need an intervention
I'm living in your kitchen
Cute waitress, can I get a refill on this

I'm getting diabetes
Piss-colored teeth, I seen it
Stained sleeveless flannel dripping heavenly kiss

It's just that southern sweet tea
Man, I love how it hits
Little kick of caffeine
From my head to my hips
And nobody I know can make it
Like mother makes that

Late at night, when I'm scavenging through my fridge
And I remember I got myself a pitcher of this
Well, it gets me so high that I cannot stand
Only in the south, man

It's just that southern sweet tea
Man, I love how it hits
Little kick of caffeine
From my head to my hips
And nobody I know can make it
Like mother makes that southern sweet tea