Текст песни FIDLAR - Cheap Beer

Me and my friends in a hundred dollar volvoBusting down the street while cruising cruisin' down the roadGetting fucked up on the 101Shootin' our guns and having funFourty beers later and a line of speedEight ball of blow and a half pound of weedHeading down the track to MexicoFucked on beer and staying gold.I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck youI drink cheap beer, so what, fuck youAs I was saying all that shit like that Vietnam shit

Beer's always better with a bag around itDan's in the back puking on my seatBut he was drinking cheap beer, so it's ok by meSupposed to be in Santa Monica at 8 a.mFuck the clock and drink red againTwenty three years I've been drinking cheap beerSixty one more, but from a liquor storeI drink cheap beer, so what, fuck youI drink cheap beer, so what, fuck youI drink cheap beer, so what, fuck youI drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
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