Happy Hour Songtext
von Joe feat. Gucci Mane

Joe
Gucci

It just hit me
I′m kinda tipsy
But it ain't to drink inside this glass
That′s got this room spinning way too fast
Words are slurring
Vision blurry
Feels like I had more than a few
Under the influence of you
Yeah

Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight to rehab
You got me addicted
And I don't wanna fix it


Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Gets me high
You're my happy hour

You got me buzzing
I can′t stop now, girl, I′m loving
Feels like we're alone in a crowded room
Don′t want this night to end too soon
So baby, hit me
One more time, let's make history (I love you)
Excuse me if I share too much
I can′t help if you fill my cup

Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight to rehab
You got me addicted
And I don't wanna fix it

Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Gets me high (So high)
You′re my happy hour


One more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl, I'm fading
You make me feel so good
(You're my happy hour)

Girl, if I′d write a book, you′d be my last chapter
Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album
I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter
Since she fuckin′ with Guwop, that ass getting fatter

They say the devil wears Prada, well, angels love Chanel
Well, leave that lame and roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell
I had your fingers on burr, neck, burr, burr
Her favorite color pink, so I bought her a pink fur
Open the door for my lil′ mama, I'm her chauffeur
I even buy you own ′Rar from the showroom floor
Like I'm addicted, give me something and I'mma want more
You got me fiendin′, what the hell I need a blunt for?
I′m in a 'Rari, what the hell I need a trunk for?
We on a zebra rug, so I got her on all fours
Come ride with me, just drop your mouth and make a detour
′Cause if you're looking for a D-boy I′ll be right here

Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine (lips like wine)
Happy hour
One taste and I'm wasted
Gets me high (So high)
You′re my

One more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl, I'm fading
You make me feel so good
(You're my happy hour)