IPAs

[Verse 1]
I’ve been swallowing IPAs
I’ve been swallowing Cabernets
Shoutout my liver for staying straight
I’m in a dynasty fantasy league and if you want to trade then I’m not available like I’m in a hurry
Not for sale like I’m Henry or Murray
Recall a dream like it’s ten in the morning, then freefall
Never been skydiving but my cousin Sam has been
If you are betting against me you should probably go hedge that shit
I went to Harrah’s in Nola and they said don’t come back tomorrow
I went back tomorrow and lost all my chips
All of my best friends get me
All of my worst friends envy
None of my new friends text me
Days in the blues unhinge me
Half of the booze runs through me
But half of the booze runs through me
I want new shoes but I’m choosey
I don’t give a damn bout your rotten tomatoes
I got a 680 on critical thinking
I feel like 680 The Fan when I’m singing

[Chorus]
Someone please invite me to the studio
I might bring a journal and some cereal
Make a couple jokes that never hit the floor

[Verse 2]
I’ve been swallowing Michelobs
I’ve been swallowing shit alone
Shoutout my lungs for letting me shout
Shoutout my tongues for not flipping out when I bite it
Nobody’s giving me guidance
I walk in a room and you’re knowing who I am
I’m probably not buying
My senses are heightened already
I’m letting my psyche go silly
I high off of nilly
That’s true