Tres Carter – “I’m Drunk”

(intro)
Yeah, looking at the microphone, jet black like my homie, hahahaha

(verse 1)
They be like, “Tres why praising so hard?”
I be like “you serious? Take a look at my God!”

On the air guitar, with a fiery heart, Captain America shield be blocking the darts
Then I wake up hit my closet, real selective dresser; beater, briefs, check! 1MX pressed up

Slim straight skinny double cuff will manifest the wool blend’s complimenting Bruno on my neck

Go ‘head and choke me out, lay at rest on my chest
Gotta be the best cause I’m bouta see the best

Ima sweat it out, Ima sweat it all out
Praise be so loud, don’t hear what chu talking bout

(pre-hook)
Jesus in the buildin (yeah), how could I be chillin (huh)

Glory in the room and His love He's revealin (yeah)
Jesus in the buildin (yeah), how could I be chillin (huh) 

He has been faithful, hands to the ceiling (yeah)
Jesus in the buildin (yeah), how could I be chillin (huh) 

Yeah I got fresh and I know I’m looking good but
Ima sweat it out (yeah), I'm sweat it all out

Got my cup, lifted up, Lord Jesus pour out

(Hook) x2
I’m drunk, not as you suppose
New wine from the living well it flows
I don’t care ‘bout nobody, worship be my hobby
Fire that’s inside me got me hotter than wasabi

(verse 2)
And this one’s for the record, goin’ on 4 years since I've had Svedka (yup)

Ain’t no cliché, I let go and let God, feeling like David, dancing out my ephod
Hold up let me take my blazer off its getting blazing hot
God's been way too good to me to care ‘bout if they watch or not
They say I'm unorthodox (so what)
Their box I don't fit in (no)
I don't wanna hear it (no),
I'm drunk in the Spirit (yeah)

(pre-hook)
Jesus in the buildin (yeah) how could I be chillin (huh)

Use to be a bastard, He hit me with endearment (yeah)
Jesus in the buildin (yeah), how could I be chillin (huh)

Shoot, He is the building and me He chose to build in
Jesus in the buildin (yeah), how could I be chillin (huh)
Shoutout to them spectators, who all service they eye him 

like, “sit on down, what is this all about?”

And I be like, please know, before them words come out your mouth that,

(Hook) x4
I’m drunk, not as you suppose
New wine from the living well it flows
I don’t care ‘bout nobody, worship be my hobby
Fire that’s inside me got me hotter than wasabi – (end of last hook) I’m Drunk!