Top shelf liquor on the counter, pour it up, let it flow, let it up
It's gonna be a great night, talking non-shit, but it's all love, in this moment, in this space
So raise your glasses high, toast to the good life, it's gathering of friends
Sipping whiskey, puffing cigars, in this lifestyle we revel in the lounge, where worries unravel and dreams travel
Smooth bourbon flows, like time itself unwinding, each sip, each puff, in the haze of smoke
Memories reminisce, blanco, riposado, and they all age to perfection
Dead with a medulla, Connecticut, flawless connection
Spirits of smoke, so let's raise our glasses, ignite in the sanctuary of the lounge, where troubles disappear
With each sip, we feel alright, we journey through time and space
You're playing flavors, we mates, blanco, riposado, and they hold treasures in a bottle
Dead with a medulla, Connecticut, symphony for a throb, a top shelf liquor on the counter
Pour it up, let it flow, let it up
Yeah, we spark it up, it's gonna be a great night, talking non-shit
So let's toast to the nights we'll remember, the ones that define