Me and my friends in a hundred dollar volvo
Busting down the street while cruising Alverado
Getting fucked up on the 101
Shooting our guns and having fun
Forty beers later and a line of speed
Eight ball blow and a half a pound of weed
Heading down the tracks to Mexico
Fucked on beer and staying gold
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck 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 by 8 A.M.
Fuck the Clock and drink red again
Twenty three years I've been drinking cheap beer
61 more but from a liquor store
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
Writer(s): Zachary Carper, Maxwell Atom Kuehn, Brandon Quinn Schwartzel, Elvis Kuehn
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