Fidlar - Cheap Beer Lyrics

Me and my friends in a hundred dollar volvo
Busting down the street while cruising cruisin' down the road
Getting f*cked up on the 101
Shootin' our guns and having fun

Fourty beers later and a line of speed
Eight ball of blow and a half pound of weed
Heading down the track to Mexico
F*cked on beer and staying gold.

I drink cheap beer, so what, f*ck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, f*ck you

As I was saying all that shit like that Vietnam shit
Beer's always better with a bag around it
Dan's in the back puking on my seat
But he was drinking cheap beer, so it's ok by me

Supposed to be in Santa Monica at 8 a.m
F*ck the clock and drink red again
Twenty three years I've been drinking cheap beer
Sixty one more, but from a liquor store

I drink cheap beer, so what, f*ck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, f*ck you

I drink cheap beer, so what, f*ck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, f*ck you