[ Chorus 2x ]
Never used to fuck with the red
Til' I took a couple good bottles to the head
And now I'm bout that good wine, and good wine
Leaning off that good wine, and good wine

[Verse 1]
To be real I only paid ten dollars
But now my teeth red and every problem feel much smaller
Work my game as a scholar
Though I hate it don't bother
I'm on the top of the bottom
Make out and lay it down proper
Wish i could sleep through that snooze button
You know my eyes they ain't holding up
I been keeping my cool
They getting mad that I'm growing up
I've been saying me too
And I wish I could chill
Spend some time with my friends
Celebrate keeping it real
I'm bout to pour a few glasses till I'm off axis
Wake up to rap practice stomach full a fat bastard
I got some friends who would jump in front of pistols for me
So I ain't trippin homie if I die they sip it for me
Pumpin Bob Dylan, rollin
Down the street with my homies
He steady smoke blowing
Out the window I love it
And Imma keep going
It ain't too fun to remember
So keep me bumping forever
Life just get better and better
I said I...


[ Chorus 2x ]
Never used to fuck with the red
Til' I took a couple good bottles to the head
And now I'm bout that good wine, and good wine
Leaning off that good wine, and good wine

[Outro]
Come on yeah
Shalalalala la
My voice is so damn raspy
It's like Jon-
Jonathan Canary Bananski
You made my world turn
Third person I'm emerging
Looking for some sea urchins
Looking for Steve Irwin, rest in peace
I need to go get my car leased
And rent a Jeep, yeah
That's what I need, yeah
So raspy, yeah
The Great's of Gatsby, yeah
So damn frasky
Randy Martins ass cheeks, yeah