Whiskey for the Wine (Remix)

Well, well, well (Haha)

Well, well, well (I'm gonna take another sip)

And my mom says I need Jesus

Oh, no, no, no

I don't hate, I don't hate the bottle (I don't hate the bottle)

I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me

Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)

And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine

Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God

Intoxicated off a Mary and I don't know where to go

But I know I'm on the road, so let's get it on

I know my momma would be proud of me because I rap and yeah, I sing

Before it happened, she had seen me kill it on the road

Down in Bay city Texas we got a whole lotta bitches and whole lotta guns

We cause a whole lotta hell, when have a whole lotta fun, pistol with a drum

We be burnin' Texas nights, yeah, we been known to hold 'em high

Middle fingers to the sky, doin' what we want (Doin' what we want)

I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me

Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)

And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine

Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God

When it all falls down

Tell me, what do we have now?

When there's no more sips and I miss your lips

My head is spinning around

How could something so toxic be so intoxicating? Sedating?

Yet I'm impatient to get you adjacent

Love, hate relation

Left my heart racing, but

I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me

Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along)

And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine

Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God