tell me what youre drinkin
tell me what youre thinkin
tell me what you wannabe
baby
we don’t need to go too far
just sit at the bar and tell me who you really are
tell me what youre drinkin
tell me what youre thinkin
tell me who you wannabe
baby
i don’t know what’s too far
can you please just tell me who you really are

Maybe then I can find the new man who I really am
shoot the shit on Saturday morning like simmity sam
you see this dude fam, that’s me not givin a damn
give him a gram just to get em by
hit em high hit em low
from the sky to the toes
spittin lies don’t give him an o
just give him an L
listen well I’m gettin loose
sippin stella on a stoop
in an innate stupor
smile for the state trooper
don’t heil the hate mover
style like the late great Buddah
hit that grape ape like Zab Juddah
gutful of roses for a sad suitor
only chance if she naturally gravitate to goobers
make you mad as all the ads on your computer
silver spoon critics getting high off some new dirt
don’t care who hurts from it
you jerk tryna snipe me from the summit
use yo gun on a pundit
you either hunt or you hunted
always keep it one hunnid
nah just say what I wanna

tell me what youre drinkin
tell me what youre thinkin
tell me what you wannabe
baby
we don’t need to go too far
just sit at the bar and tell me who you really are
tell me what youre drinkin
tell me what youre thinkin
tell me who you wannabe
baby
i don’t know what’s too far
can you please just tell me who you really are

Sorry I forgot your name but you’ve got a familiar face
have we not met, my memory sometimes fades
or gets covered up in the cold by a blank sheet of snow
No, a blank sheet of sleet cuz I can see right through it
That’s what you say, then I say Who wants to see through memory?
It’s not even yours, you weren’t there, not really sure I was
You come closer to whisper, Don’t try to hide, I know your type
you think you have no type and typecast your life
Then I say I’d like to think your my type but I don’t buy my own hype
then she says, Yeah but that makes you sell your life for nothing
Do you want to bounce a blank check when death collects
Or do you wanna leave more than your sore ills in your will?
Then you walk off and I’ll never know if you wanted me to follow
so I let you go, hope I see you tomorrow
I never knew if she wanted me to follow
would I even know if I saw her tomorrow 
I’d tell her

tell me what youre drinkin
tell me what youre thinkin
tell me what you wannabe
baby
we don’t need to go too far
just sit at the bar and tell me who you really are
tell me what youre drinkin
tell me what youre thinkin
tell me who you wannabe
baby
i don’t know what’s too far
can you please just tell me who you really are