[Verse 1]
We pulled up in boots and bad intentions
Cooler full of “don’t ask questions”
Liz walks in like she owns the sun
Says, “Where’s my cup? Let’s have some fun!”
She don’t need glass or fancy stem
Just a plastic cup and a whiskey grin
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[Chorus]
So fill it to the brim, tip it back again
Raise it up high for the way we live
Here’s to friends, firelight, and a little bit of sin
Don’t stop pourin’ till we can’t feel our shins
She said, “Baby, hold my drink — I’m goin’ in!”
So fill it, yeah, fill it to the brim
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[Verse 2]
We got lawn chairs lined like VIP
Music crankin’ in key of B
Cornhole champs, grill’s on blast
Somebody yelled “shotgun!” — they were dead last
She’s sippin’ cinnamon, no chill or ice
You know my girl don’t sip things twice
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[Chorus]
So fill it to the brim, tip it back again
Raise it up high for the way we live
Here’s to friends, firelight, and a little bit of sin
Don’t stop pourin’ till we can’t feel our shins
She said, “Baby, hold my drink — I’m goin’ in!”
So fill it, yeah, fill it to the brim
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[Bridge]
It ain’t a party till she starts the dance
With her cup held high and a whiskey stance
Swayin’ like a flame in the summer breeze
She said, “Tonight, we do what we please!”
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[Final Chorus – everybody singing loud]
Fill it to the brim, tip it back again
Raise it up high for the way we live
Here’s to stories we won’t remember
In a party we’ll never forget, ever
She said, “One more round!” with a little grin
So fill it, yeah, fill it to the brim
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[Outro – laughing, ad-libbed party noises]
“Who brought the Fireball?”
“Oh no…”
“She did.”
“Fill it!”
