Higher - 2011

This whiskey got me feelin' pretty

So pardon if I’m impolite

I just really need your ass with me

I’m sorry 'bout the other night

And I know I could be more creative

And come up with poetic lines

But I’m turnt up upstairs and I love you

Is the only thing that’s in my mind

You take me higher, higher than I’ve ever been, babe

Just come over, let’s pour a drink, babe

I hope I ain’t calling you too late, too late

You light my fire

Let’s stay up late and smoke a J

I wanna go back to the old way

But I’m drunk instead, with a full ashtray

With a little bit too much to say