Beers with the Boys

dance, Rowdy pop-punk energy with crunchy guitars and driving bass; tight, punchy drums and gang vocals on the hook, Verses sit a bit drier and close-up, then choruses explode with shout-alongs and stacked harmonies, Quick stops, cheeky ad-libs, and a sweaty, live-bar feel, Male vocals with a smirk in the delivery

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[Verse 1] Kicked out of the group chat Back in the bar Phone face down Tabs climbing too far One more round "Put it on his card" (hey!) We’re half bad decisions Half good cigars Lime on the floor Salt on my sleeve We’re yelling out stories that nobody believes Stumbled in quiet We’re leaving it loud Spilling cheap lager and pride in the crowd [Chorus] Beers with the boys Till the chairs stack up Till the lights come on We ain’t had enough Getting drunk Getting dumb Talking real big Making oaths we’ll forget and we like it Beers with the boys Yeah We live like this Throwing wild-ass moves in a crowded mess If tomorrow hurts That’s tomorrow’s shit Beers with the boys We’re legends for a minute [Verse 2] Shirt half untucked Collar all wrong We turn every spill to a drinking song On that sticky floor Trying new tricks Elbows and hips Accidental kicks Spin in the middle Air-guitar king My buddy does the worm Loses one shoe string I slide to the bar Grin turned up to ten Say "You free after work?" She just laughs "Ask again." [Pre-Chorus] Eyes red Voices shot We’re rich in stories Broke in shots Whole damn place Feels like our den Bouncing off the walls like we’re sixteen again [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Taxi apps open But we ain’t gone We’re betting on sunrise over the dawn [gang vocals] "One more One more" Till the last song hits We’re saints on Monday But tonight we’re this [Chorus]

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