this is what it feels like to be drunk
southern rap, trap hip-hop, 115 BPM, electric bass guitar, fingerstyle bass, warm male vocals, porch sing-rap, sparse drum pocket, punchy 808 sub-bass, crisp snare cracks, dry close-mic vocal, tape saturation, mono center mix, late-90s rap texture, relaxed swagger, coastal groove
lukedaking2029·4:24
4:24
this is what it feels like to be drunk
southern rap, trap hip-hop, 115 BPM, electric bass guitar, fingerstyle bass, warm male vocals, porch sing-rap, sparse drum pocket, punchy 808 sub-bass, crisp snare cracks, dry close-mic vocal, tape saturation, mono center mix, late-90s rap texture, relaxed swagger, coastal groove
Creator: lukedaking2029Release Date: April 18, 2026
Lyrics
[verse]
I’m sitting on the porch with a cold glass of brew.
The sky is turning orange with a hazy golden hue.
There ain’t a single thing that I’m wishing I could do.
Just sipping on this lager while I’m kicking off my shoe.
My cooler’s in the grass and it-s packed down with the ice.
The taste of that hops is the only thing that’s nice.
I’ve had a couple cans and I might just have them twice.
Living in the country is a liquid paradise.
{chorus}
Raise ‘em up high for the red white and blue.
We’re drinking on the creek with the whole dang crew.
Passing out the cold ones until the night is through.
If you’re thirsty for a beer then this one’s for you.
[verse]
The crickets start to chirp and the sun begins to sink.
I’m leaning in my chair with a heavy yellow drink.
It helps a working man find the quiet time to think.
The bubbles in the bottle are a-rising on the brink.
I’m proud of where I’m from and the dirt upon the floor.
I’ll crack another tab and I’ll listen to it roar.
I’m headed to the kitchen just to grab a couple more.
Then I’m heading back outside through the wooden screen door.
{chorus}
Raise ‘em up high for the red white and blue.
We’re drinking on the creek with the whole dang crew.
Passing out the cold ones until the night is through.
If you’re thirsty for a beer then this one’s for you.
[verse]
The humidity is thick but the pilsner’s feeling light.
I’m watching for the fireflies to flicker in the night.
Everything I’m feeling in this moment's going right.
I’m holding on to comfort and I’m holding on it tight.
My neighbors driving by in a rusted silver truck.
He’s looking for a tavern or a place to try his luck.
I’m staying in the yard where the clover’s getting struck.
By the golden condensation that I’m happy just to suck.
{chorus}
Raise ‘em up high for the red white and blue.
We’re drinking on the creek with the whole dang crew.
Passing out the cold ones until the night is through.
If you’re thirsty for a beer then this one’s for you.
[verse]
The harvest is all in and the tractors in the shed.
The moon is rising up like a circle overhead.
I’m drinking to the living and I’m drinking to the dead.
Before I lay my body on a heavy feather bed.
There’s foam upon my lip and there’s copper in the can.
I’m feeling like a king and a simple southern man.
I’m following the rhythm of a prehistoric plan.
With a frosty beverage and a battery-powered fan.
{chorus}
Raise ‘em up high for the red white and blue.
We’re drinking on the creek with the whole dang crew.
Passing out the cold ones until the night is through.
If you’re thirsty for a beer then this one’s for you.
I’m sitting on the porch with a cold glass of brew.
The sky is turning orange with a hazy golden hue.
There ain’t a single thing that I’m wishing I could do.
Just sipping on this lager while I’m kicking off my shoe.
My cooler’s in the grass and it-s packed down with the ice.
The taste of that hops is the only thing that’s nice.
I’ve had a couple cans and I might just have them twice.
Living in the country is a liquid paradise.
{chorus}
Raise ‘em up high for the red white and blue.
We’re drinking on the creek with the whole dang crew.
Passing out the cold ones until the night is through.
If you’re thirsty for a beer then this one’s for you.
[verse]
The crickets start to chirp and the sun begins to sink.
I’m leaning in my chair with a heavy yellow drink.
It helps a working man find the quiet time to think.
The bubbles in the bottle are a-rising on the brink.
I’m proud of where I’m from and the dirt upon the floor.
I’ll crack another tab and I’ll listen to it roar.
I’m headed to the kitchen just to grab a couple more.
Then I’m heading back outside through the wooden screen door.
{chorus}
Raise ‘em up high for the red white and blue.
We’re drinking on the creek with the whole dang crew.
Passing out the cold ones until the night is through.
If you’re thirsty for a beer then this one’s for you.
[verse]
The humidity is thick but the pilsner’s feeling light.
I’m watching for the fireflies to flicker in the night.
Everything I’m feeling in this moment's going right.
I’m holding on to comfort and I’m holding on it tight.
My neighbors driving by in a rusted silver truck.
He’s looking for a tavern or a place to try his luck.
I’m staying in the yard where the clover’s getting struck.
By the golden condensation that I’m happy just to suck.
{chorus}
Raise ‘em up high for the red white and blue.
We’re drinking on the creek with the whole dang crew.
Passing out the cold ones until the night is through.
If you’re thirsty for a beer then this one’s for you.
[verse]
The harvest is all in and the tractors in the shed.
The moon is rising up like a circle overhead.
I’m drinking to the living and I’m drinking to the dead.
Before I lay my body on a heavy feather bed.
There’s foam upon my lip and there’s copper in the can.
I’m feeling like a king and a simple southern man.
I’m following the rhythm of a prehistoric plan.
With a frosty beverage and a battery-powered fan.
{chorus}
Raise ‘em up high for the red white and blue.
We’re drinking on the creek with the whole dang crew.
Passing out the cold ones until the night is through.
If you’re thirsty for a beer then this one’s for you.