Top Songs By Bobby Nourmand
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Nourmand
Performer
Doc
Vocals
GoodMorning
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Nourmand
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Nourmand
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm fucked up
I got my liquor
I got my liver
[Verse 2]
It's over (It's over)
I'm leavin' (I'm leavin')
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up)
I ain't got no reason (I ain't got no reason)
Just hit my liquor (Just hit my liquor)
Hit my liver (Hit my liver)
Hit the dance floor (Hit the dance floor)
Get it in quicker (Get in quicker)
[Verse 3]
It's over (It's over)
I'm leavin', you're leavin'
I'm fucked up and you're fucked up
For no reason
Just hit the liquor (Hit your liquor)
Hit the liver (Hit the liver)
Hit the dance floor (Hit the dance floor)
Get it in quicker (Get in quicker)
[Verse 4]
Shoes off, hands up, everybody get up
Crew's off, let 'em know that everything did up
Right wing clothes and my left wing pals
Breaded up flying like a jet wing now
Whip let it up soon as I get that thing down
Sunset strip, kick, shoulda been in town
Interrupt flows like a hiccup
Ice bling blow and my breath lingered up
Ice King now, we ain't never gotta give up
Transparent everything, never gotta dig up
Dirt on 'em 'cause the word on 'em
Is a villa with a killer views where they find 'em in the winter
And I interview a little bottle to the liver
And I'm in the nude but I'm modeling a sister
Kiss the girls and I make them cry
Piff, hit a bitch with a Asian eye
[Verse 5]
It's over (It's over)
I'm leavin', you're leavin'
I'm fucked up and you're fucked up
For no reason (No reason)
Just hit the liquor (Hit the liquor)
Hit the liver (Hit the liver)
Hit the dance floor (Hit the dance floor)
Get it in quicker (Get in quicker)
[Verse 6]
It's over (It's over)
I'm leavin', you're leavin'
I'm fucked up and you're fucked up
For no reason (No reason)
Just hit the liquor (Hit my liquor)
Hit the liver (Hit my liver)
Hit the dance floor (Hit the dance floor)
Get it in quicker (Get in quicker)
[Verse 7]
She said I don't think you'll ever lose or finish
'Cause every time I get to see the news, you're in it
Yes, love, and I'm on my New York minute
I could change your life in a New York minute
New York fitted, two door kitty
Kinfolk in it and my windows tinted
Paper like I gotta have a Kinko's in it
We just gettin' pleated, blowin' indo spinach
Pray how you doin', how you been, jump in it
Shorty named Perignon, gin, rum, bring it
Line, no scrimmage, Guinness with a lime
Two bitches, if you want it, that's fine, let's get it
Everything good, everything good
Stoned in the zone and my home life good
Snapback sittin' on my dome like good
(Snapback sittin' on my dome like good)
[Verse 8]
It's over
I'm leavin'
You got me fucked up and you're fucked up
For no reason
Won't sip my liquor (My liquor)
Fuck my liver (My liver)
Let's get it all now
Get it in quicker
It's over
I'm leavin'
I'm fucked up and you're fucked up
For no reason (No reason)
Hit my liquor (My liquor)
Fuck my liver (My liver)
Let's get it all now
Get it in quicker
Woo
[Verse 9]
Get it in quicker
Deep in the night
Get it in quicker
Whoo!
Deep in the night
Deep in the night
Deep in the night
Deep in the night
Deep in the night
Deep in the night
Deep in the night
Deep in the night
Whoo!
Written by: Bobby Nourmand