Say I (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

All in favor of gettin' ripped and gone

And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home

Say I

All in favor of gettin' super high

And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I

Plug me in and watch me go, bad on a ho ass ****

Don't give me no more, I'm on my second fifth of liquor

Once I'm powered up, it's hard for me to power down

I fuck a **** up and put tears on 'em like a clown

I went from rags to riches, riches to rags

Top convertibles, Benzes and Jags

Smokin' me herbal, sippin' me wine

Or should I say turbo? 'Cause it's green and it's lime

Ever since he was infant, he was raised around pimps

When he took his first step, he walked with a limp

Man, this **** a hard-headed, damn fool

His teacher sucked his dick in high school

Supercalifragilistic ex be ala hooligan

Breakin' down the diesel, mixin' cookies with the headband

Went to jail on a Friday, didn't get out until Tuesday

Got a DUI for drinkin' too much Lou, bitch

All in favor of gettin' ripped and gone

And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home

Say I

All in favor of gettin' super high

And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I

I got a DUI, why?

I didn't even have to drive

Now I'm in jail for a crime

Made bail and I paid the fine

My lawyer charged me high ass prices

DMV, 'bout to take my license

Insurance is goin' up

And when I go to court, I know I'm fucked

All this shit just for drinkin'

Need a designated driver, I'm too drunk for thinkin'

Two hands on the steering wheel

Don't let a friend drink and drive if you bein' real

Might crash the whip, might lose your life

If I get too high tonight

Just make sure I make it home safe and you do the same

Now let's get fucked up and lose it, mane (Bitch)

All in favor of gettin' ripped and gone

And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home

Say I

All in favor of gettin' super high

And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I

Roll the paper so loud I wake up the neighbors

The boss, I don't need no favor, you pussy, so fuck a hater, bitch

Now that my cake up, my crib got an elevator

My new shoes is alligator and every meal got a waiter with it

And I'm all about pourin' the drink up while I'm rollin' the stink up

Sweat my wife out her make-up, blow a pound when I wake up

See the cars? They don't wanna race us

I do it big, ****, do it A-cup

Walk up in the club, they gon' bring some champagne

I'ma blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it

Spendin' all this bank, let a fuck **** hate

Real **** show love, sound funny, don't it?

All this money think I lucked up

All this gin got me fucked up

Man, I live life the Taylor way

Drinkin' Bombay and lemonade, rollin' up some paper planes

All in favor of gettin' ripped and gone

And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home

Say I

All in favor of gettin' super high

And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I