Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Party, artist - Moonshine Bandits. Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Song language: English
We Party |
| I drink I party I don’t bother nobody |
| So why you wanna come bother me |
| I drink I party I don’t bother nobody |
| So why you wanna come bother me |
| Well hello again Mr. Policeman |
| It seems you got way too much time on your hands |
| Worried about me and who I am why you gotta be uptight |
| Why you gotta act tough and read me my rights |
| Just leave me be so I can enjoy my night |
| All you had to do was walk by and pass |
| But I guess that was too much to ask |
| Got yourself mad because I live the life |
| You never had, bro you want it so bad |
| I’m a rule breaker, bitch taker, mover and a shaker |
| You’re a rule regulator, freedom taker, straight up trouble hater |
| See this middle finger it’s all yours see ya |
| I drink I party I don’t bother nobody |
| So why you wanna come bother me |
| I drink I party I don’t bother nobody |
| So why you wanna come bother me |
| Here we go |
| Breaker breaker breaker one nine |
| I’m white trash renegade outlaw shine (Come on) |
| Spine like roulette dive bar casino |
| Kinda like a white wall El Camino (Woo) |
| Backwood lighter, pocket full of fire |
| Tell the sheriff come and get me before I spin these tires |
| I’m bar stool livin', jukebox spinnin' |
| This is for my outlaws, whiskey and women |
| Bottle cap in the flask fillin' up the back pocket |
| 30 cigarettes in an old leather wallet |
| Foul mouth redneck what ever you call it |
| Tell my mama I’m a hell raisin' alcoholic |
| I drink I party I don’t bother nobody |
| So why you wanna come bother me |
| I drink I party I don’t bother nobody |
| So why you wanna come bother me |
| Well the D. Jones and DD than that’s cool with MSB |
| So better order up the boys another round (Yeah) |
| 15 fireballs bartender please 'cause Big B. ain’t stoppin' 'til his face hit |
| the ground |
| On a dirty ass pillow like the time in Amarillo |
| When the hotel clerk busted in and started yellin' (What) |
| Then raggin' on us speakin' of Chuckie baby’s in danger |
| For motor boating boobies from complete strangers (Oh no) |
| So roll into his shop let’s move it to the lot |
| And jump back on the bus where D. Boone is clocked (Uh huh) |
| And pissed 'cause the clerk charged you 200 bucks |
| For smokin' cigarettes 'til the sun came up (What) |
| I drink I party I don’t bother nobody |
| So why you wanna come bother me |
| I drink I party I don’t bother nobody |
| So why you wanna come bother me |
| This my life it’s not your life |
| So why can’t you just let it be |
| This my life it’s not your life |
| So why can’t you just let it be |