[Commentary: Esoterik]
Yeah!

[Chorus: Illy]
Man, you know that one where you go out to a club
And you start off drinkin' spirits and you end up gettin' drunk
But you keep on drinkin' and end up gettin' fucked
Get your arse (Yeah) knocked (Yeah) out (Yeah)
Arse (Yeah) knocked (Yeah) out (Yeah)
Ar-arse (Yeah) knocked-ar-arse (Yeah) knocked
Arse-arse-knocked-knocked-out-out

[Verse: Illy]
One shot down, (What?) Flago, (What?) pour another (What?) shot now
Two shots down, (What?) Flago, (What?) pour another (What?) shot now
Three shots down, (What?) Flago, (What?) pour another (What?) shot now
Four shots, pour another shot? Nah, fuck it
I'm just gon' get this bottsie, tuck it under my shirt (Okay)
And get it snuck into the club with me and keep chuggin' (Hah)
What you know 'bout responsible drinking?
'Cause me? Nothin', I'm suckin' a bottle until security jump in (Yeah)
Now I'm smashed, I might go for a walk
Peacefully, of course, shit, I'm barely able to talk (Oh, man)
I hope no one misconstrues my drunkenness for
Bein' an arsehole who won't move away from a door (Okay)
Ya'll, I'm not a dickhead, I just drink a lot
That tends to lead to me actin' like a dickhead, I should stick to pots
But for now, I'm wasted, (Yeah) fuck it, I'm about a basic (Yeah)
Spirit off o' throwin' up my stomach line, (Ho) how it tastin'?
It's pretty shit to be true (Oh, man)
I'm lippin' up to people givin' a sitch I shouldn't lip up to (Nah, man)
Arcin' up to brick walls, why I pick them dudes? (Why?)
And then just as I'm thinkin' I'm a sick cunt, boom!
[Chorus: Illy]
Man, you know that one where you go out to a club
And you start off drinkin' spirits and you end up gettin' drunk
But you keep on drinkin' and end up gettin' fucked
Get your arse knocked out
Man, you know that one where you go out to a club
And you start off drinkin' spirits and you end up gettin' drunk
But you keep on drinkin' and end up gettin' fucked
Get your arse knocked out