CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Wish They’d Come Up With A 12-Pack
It's the summertime, everybody's getting wine
When you go to the store, could you please make mine
A St. Ides, and watch me drink it quick
At the family barbecue or the picnic
'Cause it's so hot this time of year
And if you're looking for a brand new beer
Grab that S-T-Crooked-I, it's ironic
It's not the Miller but smooth, it's like the chronic, bionic
And all the homies'll wanna take a sip
Of your brews with St. Ides and then take a dip
In the shade is where I was
And I'm sorry, lemonade never got me buzzed like this
It feels so good, Black
I kinda wish they'd come up with a 12-pack
When you go to the store, could you please make mine
A St. Ides, and watch me drink it quick
At the family barbecue or the picnic
'Cause it's so hot this time of year
And if you're looking for a brand new beer
Grab that S-T-Crooked-I, it's ironic
It's not the Miller but smooth, it's like the chronic, bionic
And all the homies'll wanna take a sip
Of your brews with St. Ides and then take a dip
In the shade is where I was
And I'm sorry, lemonade never got me buzzed like this
It feels so good, Black
I kinda wish they'd come up with a 12-pack
