Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You the life of the kickback
Wild card, never mismatch
Laugh loud, doing TikToks
Spill tea on your flip-flops
You say, "Just one drink"
Next snap, pool on the sink
Last week lost your house keys
'Cause you tried to hug the palm trees (c’mon)
You Venmo me at 3 a.m.
For a ride from "Somewhere? Idk, help"
I pull up, you on the curb like a queen
Eating cold fries, yelling at a streetlamp beam
You my dawg, you my bestie, fr
But you treat every Tuesday like New Year’s
I joke, but I’m low-key scared
‘Cause I see what you try to bury in there
[Chorus]
Girl, stop makin’ pour decisions (pour decisions)
You say you fine, I see you slippin’ (yeah)
You call it lit, I call it prison (mm)
I’m tryna get my homie back, that’s my only mission
Put the bottle down, please listen (please listen)
I miss you when your eyes ain’t twisted
You more than the shots you’re sippin’
I’m beggin’ for a sober you, that’s the one I’m missin’ (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Remember game night, you were too faded
Tried to play Uno, kept yellin’ "Checkmate it"
Tried to DoorDash more ice to the crib
Then argued with the app ‘cause it asked for your zip
You funny even when you’re a mess
But you cry in the bathroom, "I’m stressed"
You think I don’t notice that part
When the jokes die down and you guard your heart
Bar tab look like rent each month
You laugh, say, "Oops, my bad, big brunch"
But I see all the calls you duck
Mom ring twice, you turn the volume up
Girl, we could still be clowns
Eat wings, talk trash, scream at touchdowns
We don’t need that drink in your hand
For you to be the dopest one in the whole damn land (real talk)
[Chorus]
Girl, stop makin’ pour decisions (pour decisions)
You say you fine, I see you slippin’ (see you)
You call it lit, I call it prison
I’m tryna get my homie back, that’s my only mission
Put the bottle down, please listen (please)
I miss you when your eyes ain’t twisted
You more than the shots you’re sippin’
I’m beggin’ for a sober you, that’s the one I’m missin’ (yeah)
[Bridge]
We can still clown on your ex (on your ex)
Talk trash ‘bout my texts (about my texts)
Order fries, binge bad TV
Laugh so hard that we can’t breathe
You don’t need that drink to glow
You the funniest person I know
I’ll be right here when you say "I’m done"
Until then, I’m that friend who gon’ beg you to choose you, one-on-one
[Chorus]
Girl, stop makin’ pour decisions (pour decisions)
You say you fine, I see you slippin’
You call it lit, I call it prison
I’m tryna get my homie back, that’s my only mission
Put the bottle down, please listen
I miss you when your eyes ain’t twisted
You more than the shots you’re sippin’
I’m beggin’ for a sober you, that’s the one I’m missin’
Style
rapbouncymid-tempo trap beat with playful keys and rubbery bass; verses tight and animatedpunchline-driven. hook widens with sing-rap topline and stacked call‑and‑response ad‑libs. occasional record-stop moments under key jokesthen drums slam back in on the sober-plea lines for extra impact. male vocalsenergetic and charismatic.
Prompt
A rap song about my girl best friend that is very funny and fun to hang out with but she’s a alcoholic and me begging her to get sober
Credits
Prompt by
RockyDal
RockyDalGeneratedMar 19, 2026
ModelAria v5
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