"Tipsy" Lyrics

i'm feeling like my heads done turning around
and i'm losing control can't take my feet of the ground
i'm getting ahead of myself, i think i need to slow down
i think that i am ready to go cause i'm tipsy
i'm tipsy (x3)

everything is all good good
try me if you would would
when i'm in the club with the drink and they drink
one shot got me on wood wood
i am on that cuervo, shawty be drankin that nuvo
i am t-t-tipsy, i think that it's time to go home
i am leanin in this club, how in the hell did i make it here?
i feel dehydrated, i think it's time for another beer
head in the clouds like i'm a lear,
feet on the ground like where's my chair?
need to slow down like handle with care
head feeling heavy but it ain't my hair

i'm feeling like my heads done turning around
and i'm losing control can't take my feet of the ground
i'm getting ahead of myself, i think i need to slow down
i think that i am ready to go cause i ain't tipsy
i'm tipsy (x3)

what's up in your cup cup?
i really think you need to fill it up up
no d-u-i when he fly by
vroom vroom your car go blup blup
my Cadillac swervin in and out of lanes
girls in my car tryna do somethin
one in the front tryna give me brains
one in the back tryna do my braids
i'm just tryna find my way home
now i'm about to blank i'm getting dome
so tipsy that i hit a cone
four Hennessy shots and patron
i think im finna pull up on my crib
im finna hit the bed, i got first dibs
jumped out the wheel, open up the door,
hold up this ain't even where i live

i'm feeling like my heads done turning around
and i'm losing control can't take my feet of the ground
i'm getting ahead of myself, i think i need to slow down
i think that i am ready to go cause i ain't tipsy
i'm tipsy (x3)

i'm - tipsy (x3)

i'm feeling like my heads done turning around
and i'm losing control can't take my feet of the ground
i'm getting ahead of myself, i think i need to slow down
i think that i am ready to go cause i ain't tipsy
i'm tipsy (x3)

i'm ivy leagued