Whiskey On My Dior

(Hmm)
(Whole pint of whiskey, damn it’s spillin’ on my Dior)
I fill my cup ‘til it runneth over
Whole pint of whiskey, damn it’s spillin’ on my Dior
I try to stay far away from sober
I ain’t gon’ give no fucks tonight, I’m with my people
I’m with my people
Don’t mean no evil
Whiskey on my Dior
I’m with my people
Don’t mean no evil
Whiskey on my Dior
(Whoa-oh)
(Whoa-oh)
And don’t you ever grow up
Don’t you ever blow up
Don’t you try to change me
‘Cause I won’t change for no one
‘Cause I won’t break my back for you
I won’t play my tracks for you
But I would slam a Jack, or two
And I would savor every last little sip
‘Til I forget about that bitch that left my heart in a ditch
‘Cause I over-pour a bit too much
(Too much)
‘Cause I over-pour a bit too much
(Too much)
‘Cause I over-pour a bit too much so,
I fill my cup ‘til it runneth over
Whole pint of whiskey, damn it’s spillin’ on my Dior
I try to stay far away from sober
I ain’t gon’ give no fucks tonight, I’m with my people
I’m with my people
Don’t mean no evil
Whiskey on my Dior
I’m with my people
Don’t mean no evil
Whiskey on my Dior
(Whoa-oh)
(Whoa-oh)