Happy Hour Lyrics - Joe

Joe 

Gucci 

It just hit me 

I'm kinda tipsy 

But it ain't the 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 

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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 the buzzing 

I can't stop now girl I'm loving, mm 

It was like we were 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 it if you fill my cup 

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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 (when you smile) 

Lips like wine (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 faded 

You make me feel so good 

You're my happy hour 

Girl, if I wrote 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 fuck, we'll go up there high fucking hard 

They say the devil wears Prada well angels love Chanel 

Well Lynden Lyman, roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell 

I had your fingers on burr, Nick burr burr 

Her favorite color pink, so I bought her a pink fur 

Open the door for my li'l mama, I'm her chauffeur 

I even buy you own ruff from the showroom floor 

Like I'm addicted, give me something I may want more 

You got me fiendin' what the hell I need a blunt for? 

Oh man, a robbery, what the hell I need a trunk for? 

We on a zebra work, so why I got her all fours 

Come while 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 (when you smile) 

Lips like wine (lips like wine) 

Happy hour 

One taste and I am 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