home on a Friday night with nothing to do
got invited to a bar for a drink or two
I walked in and called out my drink
all intentions were to make a man out of him
took two shots to brighten his look
from far I judged him as a moke
sitting there with an ice cold beer
cheap guy central, I can only dear
walked over with my glass of scotch
he said girl you drink so much!
I couldn't pay attention because I was shot in the head
seeing him off Facebook had me almost dead
Finishing the glass in hand
I took him to dance with the band
Hoping his skills were good
this guy danced like he was in the hood
by the time I got served
I was six drinks in and over slurred
my two step became so complex
the homie from the hood was a bit embarrassed and vex
how this girl could come and take my shine
she couldn't even walk across the floor in one line
called out another scotch on rocks
but was beat to the bar by this girl with locks
I looked at her date
we couldn't relate
she whispered to me that she needed this drink
I looked into her eyes and got a wink
I saw a new friendship mixed in our glasses
we went on dates with asses.
Best friends are the best of friends for each other when they have similar taste in liquor and far-fetched taste in men,
after the first couple of drinks, we agree to disagree and say Amen.
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