 Fingers on the edge of my glass, makin' it last Thinkin' about a girl from Portland, all of my past Got groupies fannin' out like Dakota But I'd rather get shot on my sofa Tray B, girl, I've had one too many My cup ain't full, but it's got me empty Only drink to mingle, cause I'm single Waiter, can you break this 20? I'm not about the flashiness I'm only about you in this Drink that's in my hand, it's got this plan And it's got me wasted, got me faded