Fill It to the Brim

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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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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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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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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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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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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“Who brought the Fireball?”

“Oh no…”

“She did.”

“Fill it!”