| Song | Drunk In Love |
| Artist | Oceans Ate Alaska |
| Album | Punk Goes Pop, Vol. 6 |
| I've been drinking, I've been drinking | |
| I get filthy when that liquor get into me | |
| I've been thinking, I've been thinking | |
| Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you | |
| Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you | |
| Cigars on ice, cigars on ice | |
| Feeling like an animal with these cameras in my grill | |
| Flashing lights, flashing lights | |
| We woke up in the kitchen saying | |
| \"How the hell did this shit happen?\" | |
| Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies | |
| Grinding up in that club, drunk in love | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| We be all night, and everything's all right | |
| No complaints from my body, so fluorescent with these lights | |
| Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my boy's toys | |
| Then I fill the tub up halfway then she rides it with my surfboard | |
| Surfboard, surfboard | |
| Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood | |
| She's swerving on it, swerving, swerving on that | |
| Big booty been serving on this | |
| Swerving, surfing all in this good-good | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| That D'ussé is the shit if I do say so myself | |
| If I do say so myself | |
| Talking 'bout you be repping that Third | |
| I wanna see all that shit that I heard | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| We be all night, love, love |
| I' ve been drinking, I' ve been drinking | |
| I get filthy when that liquor get into me | |
| I' ve been thinking, I' ve been thinking | |
| Why can' t I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you | |
| Why can' t I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you | |
| Cigars on ice, cigars on ice | |
| Feeling like an animal with these cameras in my grill | |
| Flashing lights, flashing lights | |
| We woke up in the kitchen saying | |
| " How the hell did this shit happen?" | |
| Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies | |
| Grinding up in that club, drunk in love | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| We be all night, and everything' s all right | |
| No complaints from my body, so fluorescent with these lights | |
| Boy, I' m drinking, I' m singing on the mic to my boy' s toys | |
| Then I fill the tub up halfway then she rides it with my surfboard | |
| Surfboard, surfboard | |
| Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood | |
| She' s swerving on it, swerving, swerving on that | |
| Big booty been serving on this | |
| Swerving, surfing all in this goodgood | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| That D' ussé is the shit if I do say so myself | |
| If I do say so myself | |
| Talking ' bout you be repping that Third | |
| I wanna see all that shit that I heard | |
| We be all night, love, love | |
| We be all night, love, love |