Chorus (Michael Marshall)
OG drinking team that is what we are
pour me an anchor steam let's shut down the bar
take a shot with me and get one for your girl
and then we'll buy us another uh huh
and another and another uh huh

Verse 1 (Brandon B)
I've been coming here for years yall I'll never get 86'd
check the wall I'm in all those pics
I'm something like a fixture, established local
keep a running tab I never know my total
I'm a veteran drinker amatuers get mad
cuz I've been known to recover like an undergrad
you may recall I was quoted in the mens journal
even though I was rambling something indiscernible
remember the time when I fought that heffer?
the bar brawl scene was straight out of a western
went back to my seat like nothing occurred
tipped the bartender and I gave him my word
If you serve me a shot of of your finest single malt
I'll return jimmy buffets lost shaker of salt
it aint my fault that Im a legend brother
down the anchor steam Imma order another

Verse 2 (QM)
can’t think can’t listen need a drink in my system
hair of the dog now I’m on the brink of existing
OGDT yeah we gets drunked up
hate yourself in the morning love yourself in a month
aayyyyyeee in other words you gotta laugh at it
aayyyyyeee we hit the bar like we mad at it
and reminisce on the days as shorties passin 40s
now we all grown sippin cazadores
up at the blarney stone more spirits than some haunted homes
drinks we was on em though vamanos adios
galaxy, citra, idaho 7
QM is the choir run is the reverend
pass the excedrin flask in the bedroom
it’s bedlam I think I gotta move to the next one
welcome to the future doc and marty
dwayne johnson on the mic how we rock the party

Verse 3 (Dev Rambis)
OG drinking team that’s what we are relly
from the dive bar to the five star telly
kicked out the westin, doubletree, and hyatt
breaking into minibars I’m the skyy pirate
a little club soda mixed with a lime squeeze
now that’s fresh as my rear view pine trees
ain’t nuthin but a westside mardigras
you cupcakes are half baked hardly raw
you know my steez no floetry or jodeci
on tilt and gurped out so you know it’s me
ol’ girl with the pink wig is playing with my cummerbund
don’t fall in love hun it’s all cumbersome
aye barkeep could you please top off my remy
a pessimist my glass is always half empty
your starting five got swept in the rec league
team wino drive drunk on a 10 speed