[Intro: Sample]
Alcohol
I gotta have a little talk with you
I’m gonna treat you just like you treated me

[Verse 1: Hons]
I drink bottle after bottle of
Anything that my wallet can afford, just to build up my tolerance
Hons rack the bottle and gate crash a club night
Backstage VIP writer when I rum high
Drinking like my bucks night life’s all right
My legs never move three feet past the bar
And I’m a [?] ‘til my liver want to taunt me
Ginny Packed up and legs can't support me
I love the sauce like J Lo loves divorce
Iron stomach with the first for the main course
Now that’s ‘Oars in a nutshell
Hanging with skirts at the bar then at [?] like they suck well
Flirtatious season drinker
When I'm wasted, it's Mr Sleasy Fingers
Now, hide the liquor when the 'Oars rock up
To gate crash a party, bring it back when the cops come (oh)

[Hook: Trials]
You gotta give it up
You gotta put it down
You gotta give it up
Flashy put it down, come on