Crunk

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, stepping into the ring!
Weighing in at three margaritas and a shot of rye!
The undisputed champion of the Saturday night!

[Verse 1]
She’s dancing on the ropes, the room is tilting down,
A heavyweight contender claiming the neon crown.
The footwork is a marvel, she dodges every booth,
Swinging at the shadows and grinning out the truth.
We’re mixing up the math, the science of the floor,
A 1995 southern formula, kicking down the door.

[Chorus]
She’s crunk!
Take a little crazy, add a lot of drunk!
The bass is hitting heavy, the timeline is a blur,
The champion of the evening, she's taking on the world.
Atlanta clubs designed the perfect perfect word,
The loudest kind of glory that this city ever heard.
She's crunk!

[Verse 2]
The referee is counting, but she’s right back on her feet,
Riding on the rhythm of a heavy-handed beat.
The cocktail is a hammer, the logic is all gone,
They're throwing in the towel but she’s carrying the song.
A linguistic miracle, two heavyweights align,
Insanity and liquor rolling right across her mind.

[Chorus]
She’s crunk!
Take a little crazy, add a lot of drunk!
The bass is hitting heavy, the timeline is a blur,
The champion of the evening, she's taking on the world.
Atlanta clubs designed the perfect perfect word,
The loudest kind of glory that this city ever heard.
She's crunk!

[Bridge]
Watch the left hook of the rhythm!
Watch the right cross of the bass!
There’s a glorious disaster written all across her face.
She’s a hurricane in high heels, a riot in the club,
Fighting off the gravity and soaking up the love.

[Outro]
One, two, three, four...
She's still standing in the center!
Crazy and drunk, the ultimate synthesis.
Still crunk, ladies and gentlemen.
Hang up the gloves.
Goodnight!