Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travie Austin
Travie Austin
Songwriter
Danny Rahrig
Danny Rahrig
Songwriter
Jordan Debose
Jordan Debose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Austin Wright
Travis Austin Wright
Producer
Loelash
Loelash
Producer

Lyrics

Yo I gotta problem I'm so drunk off of life and I can't stop smiling But I ain't tryna solve it Just say I'm a lush if that's what you call it I ain't sorry, I don't worry Cuz what I got you can't pay for with no money When I'm laughing they can't even see what's funny But I keep licking up this life like it's sweet honey (Chore Boy's gotta problem) I don't have an off switch, I'm on one I came here to party, I'm not done Lemme be your wingman, hot ones Shots up in the air, toast to you Came here, didn't know most of you But I make waves when I'm coasting thru Get the party going how I'm s'posed to do So what you gon' do? You gon' sit around feelin' all sorry Well I don't know about you But I can have with anybody You don't gotta be that (Way) Just listen to what I say Put on your dancing shoes and just cut loose I just wanna see you getting happy funk drunk C'mon get happy I just wanna see you getting happy funk drunk So bottoms up, come grab a cup And Get happy funk drunk (Chore Boy's gotta question) Whatcha gonna do, just brood? At the bar? In a chair? Looking sad? What're you having to drink? Bartender, two drinks! I can tell you came to party but your worries in the way a bit Maybe had a day, let the music do away with it Life is what you make it, so tonight we gonna make it lit You could mope around but why you came here then? (J-Bose gotta question) A question! How you rock a party when you going for perfection Don't care if you tardy just want you to get to stepping I know you didn't come up in here with ya Smith and Wesson Come here baby Bosey gotta little lesson To teach you about shedding the all worries stop the stressing You got spirit all you gotta do is press in Travie called me for this beat I came in and I wrecked it So what you gon' do? You gon' sit around feelin' all sorry Well I don't know about you But I can have with anybody You don't gotta be that (Way) Just listen to what I say Put on your dancing shoes and just cut loose I just wanna see you getting happy funk drunk C'mon get happy I just wanna see you getting happy funk drunk So bottoms up, come grab a cup And Get happy funk drunk C'mon everybody tell me is you feeling Funk Drunk? (Yeah, I feel it, feel it, I'm feeling' funk wit' it) And If you feeling funky, lemme see ya put your hands up (I'm reaching for the ceiling, don't stop get it get it) And if you wanna feel extra funky, better drink up (Feeling' funky in the right spots, keep it goin' don't stop don't stop) And if you ain't feelin' this funk, baby you ain't drunk enough Put your drinks up to the sky I just wanna see you getting happy funk drunk C'mon get happy I just wanna see you getting happy funk drunk So bottoms up, come grab a cup I just wanna see you getting happy funk drunk C'mon get happy I just wanna see you getting happy funk drunk So bottoms up, come grab a cup And Get happy funk drunk
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