Drunk On This IPA

[Verse 1]
Half-warm can on the table
Foam ring
Sticking to my hand
Phone lit
Texts I never answered
Face down
I don't wanna make plans
One sock
Crooked on the carpet
Playlist skipping like my thoughts
Lean back
Ceiling starts to wobble
I laugh so hard I almost drop
[Chorus]
I’m drunk on this IPA
Need to roll up a joint
Okay
Let the room tilt
Let it sway
Till the bad shit fades away
I’m drunk on this IPA
Need to roll up a joint
Okay
If tomorrow hates my face
At least tonight feels kinda great (oh-woah)
[Verse 2]
Neighbors yelling through the drywall
Somewhere someone’s falling in love
I just flick the cap across the counter
Watch it spin
Decide that’s enough
Crumpled pack
I’m digging in my pockets
Loose change
Half a broken pen
Laugh alone at nothing on the TV
Hit pause
Then hit it again
[Chorus]
I’m drunk on this IPA
Need to roll up a joint
Okay
Let the room tilt
Let it sway
Till the bad shit fades away
I’m drunk on this IPA
Need to roll up a joint
Okay
If tomorrow hates my face
At least tonight feels kinda great (yeah, kinda great)
[Bridge]
Torch flick
Little blue halo
Slow drag
Let the floor get soft
Heartbeat trading jokes with the echo
Every sharp edge wearing off (wearing off)
[Chorus]
I’m drunk on this IPA
Need to roll up a joint
Okay
Let the room tilt
Let it sway
Till the bad shit fades away
I’m drunk on this IPA
Need to roll up a joint
Okay
If tomorrow hates my face
At least tonight
I got this place (hey)

rock, Grimy hybrid of lo-fi drums, rubbery funk bass, and filtered EDM synth swells that explode in the hook; choppy rhythm guitar and gritty rock power chords punch through the choruses. Male vocals sit upfront with echoey ad-libs; bridge strips down to bass and snaps before a final, high-energy chorus with stacked gang shouts., lo-fi, funk, edm