Can somebody split the dexter aye
I made myself a pretty penny yesterday
I got a beer and a dog with mustard aye
We bout to have ourselves a real damn good day
Take it easy take it easy brother relax
Got the table out
We'll start a fire lets kick back
Roll the stump up
Take the polls out from that
Bring whatever you want
Just make sure you bring a
30 rack, 30 rack, 30 rack, 30 oo
I got a couple dirty birds getting chirpy too
Bunch of burly dudes coming to the rendezvous
I ain't worried bout it things will get a little blurry too
Oh the golden years were in 'em baby
So lets chill out and get a little crazy
Oh,
And please excuse my drunken Jibberish
Get your brothers get your sisters
Get whoever man
Get some games and get some beers and put the phones away
We gon argue, party, eat, compete, and laugh all day
Bring a speaker charger and a playlist for the gang
Bb bring the gas no tank uh
And you ain't playing hard if you don't stank uh
Make a bracket, move up in the ranks
Crack the bank? No
Only if we betting on the games but
We winning those
The good teams win but the greats cover the spread
A little patch of grass makes a mighty fine bed
Slug a beer crunch it on the head
Everybody here to break bread yeah
Ooo, text the bookie thats a free play though
He ain't agree but I guess it's what he say goes
Hit the over and we swimming in the pesos
Drink more let the can't lose parlay go
Oh what? I think it's bout to hit
So please excuse my drunken Jibberish
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Can somebody split the dexter aye
I made myself a pretty penny yesterday
I got a beer and a dog with mustard aye
We bout to have ourselves a real damn good day
Take it easy take it easy brother relax
Got the table out
We'll start a fire lets kick back
Roll the stump up
Take the polls out from that
Bring whatever you want
Just make sure you bring a
30 rack, 30 rack, 30 rack, 30 oo
I got a couple dirty birds getting chirpy too
Bunch of burly dudes coming to the rendezvous
I ain't worried bout it things will get a little blurry too
Oh the golden years were in 'em baby
So lets chill out and get a little crazy
Oh,
And please excuse my drunken Jibberish
Get your brothers get your sisters
Get whoever man
Get some games and get some beers and put the phones away
We gon argue, party, eat, compete, and laugh all day
Bring a speaker charger and a playlist for the gang
Bb bring the gas no tank uh
And you ain't playing hard if you don't stank uh
Make a bracket, move up in the ranks
Crack the bank? No
Only if we betting on the games but
We winning those
The good teams win but the greats cover the spread
A little patch of grass makes a mighty fine bed
Slug a beer crunch it on the head
Everybody here to break bread yeah
Ooo, text the bookie thats a free play though
He ain't agree but I guess it's what he say goes
Hit the over and we swimming in the pesos
Drink more let the can't lose parlay go
Oh what? I think it's bout to hit
So please excuse my drunken Jibberish
I made myself a pretty penny yesterday
I got a beer and a dog with mustard aye
We bout to have ourselves a real damn good day
Take it easy take it easy brother relax
Got the table out
We'll start a fire lets kick back
Roll the stump up
Take the polls out from that
Bring whatever you want
Just make sure you bring a
30 rack, 30 rack, 30 rack, 30 oo
I got a couple dirty birds getting chirpy too
Bunch of burly dudes coming to the rendezvous
I ain't worried bout it things will get a little blurry too
Oh the golden years were in 'em baby
So lets chill out and get a little crazy
Oh,
And please excuse my drunken Jibberish
Get your brothers get your sisters
Get whoever man
Get some games and get some beers and put the phones away
We gon argue, party, eat, compete, and laugh all day
Bring a speaker charger and a playlist for the gang
Bb bring the gas no tank uh
And you ain't playing hard if you don't stank uh
Make a bracket, move up in the ranks
Crack the bank? No
Only if we betting on the games but
We winning those
The good teams win but the greats cover the spread
A little patch of grass makes a mighty fine bed
Slug a beer crunch it on the head
Everybody here to break bread yeah
Ooo, text the bookie thats a free play though
He ain't agree but I guess it's what he say goes
Hit the over and we swimming in the pesos
Drink more let the can't lose parlay go
Oh what? I think it's bout to hit
So please excuse my drunken Jibberish
Writer: Luke Lorraine
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