Drunk in Love – Beyoncé Ft. Jay-Z (2013)

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Artist: Beyoncé
Featured artist: Jay-Z
Album: Beyoncé
Released: 2013

Lyrics

I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinkingI get filthy when that liquor get into meI’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinkingWhy can’t I keep my fingers off it?Baby, I want you, na-naWhy can’t I keep my fingers off it?Baby, I want you, na-na
Cigars on ice, cigars on iceFeeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grillFlashing lights, flashing lightsYou got me faded, faded, fadedBaby, I want you, na-naCan’t keep your eyes off my fattyDaddy, I want you, na-naDrunk in love, I want you
We woke up in the kitchenSaying, “How the hell did this shit happen?”Oh, babyDrunk in loveWe be all nightLast thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that clubDrunk in love
We be all night, love, loveWe be all night, love, love
We be all night, and everything alrightNo complaints from my bodySo fluorescent under these lightsBoy, I’m drinking, park it in my lot, 7-11I’m rubbing on it, rub-rubbingIf you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain rightArmand de Brignac, gangster wifeLouis sheets, he sweat it out, like washrags, he wet it upBoy, I’m drinkingI’m singing on the mic to my boy’s toysThen I fill the tub up halfwayThen ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining-graining on that woodI’m swerving on that, swerving-swerving on thatBig body been serving all thisSwerve, surfing all in this good, good
We woke up in the kitchenSaying, “How the hell did this shit happen?Oh, babyDrunk in loveWe be all nightLast thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that clubDrunk in love
We be all night, love, loveWe be all night, love, love (I’m nice right now, hold up!)
That D’USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myselfIf I do say so myself, if I do say so myselfHold up, stumble all in the houseTime to back up all that mouthThat you had all in the carTalking ’bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking ’bout you be repping that thirdI wanna see all that shit that I heardKnow I sling Clint EastwoodHope you can handle this curve, uh
Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my WarholSlid the panties right to the sideAin’t got the time to take drawers offOn sight, catch a charge I mightBeat the box up, like Mike in ’97, I biteI’m Ike Turner, turn up baby, no, I don’t play“Now eat the cake, Anna MaeSaid, “Eat the cake, Anna Mae
I’m nice for y’all to reach these heightsYou gon’ need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tightWe sex again in the mornin’Your breasteses is my breakfast, we goin’ in
We be all night, love, loveWe be all night, love, love
I’m never tired, never tiredI been sipping, that’s the only thingThat’s keeping me on fire, we on fireDidn’t mean to spill that liquor all on my attireI’ve been drinking, watermelonI want your body right here, daddyI want you, right nowCan’t keep your eyes off my fattyDaddy, I want you
We be all night, love, loveWe be all night, love, love
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