Lirik lagu "Drunk In Love" oleh Beyonce feat. Jay-Z

Jakarta (ANTARA) - Lagu "Drunk In Love" merupakan kolaborasi Beyonce Knowles feat. Shawn Carter alias Jay-Z yang meluncur dalam album kelima Beyonce yang diberi judul namanya sendiri "Beyonce" pada 2013. Lagu "Drunk In Love" mengisahkan keintiman perkawinan. Lagu itu ditulis oleh Beyonce dan Jay Z bersama produser rekaman album tersebut Noel "Detail" Fisher, Jerome Harmon, dan Timothy Mosley alias Timbaland, produser musik AS Andre Eric Proctor, serta penulis lagu Rasool Diaz dan Brian Soko.

I get filthy when that liquor get into me

I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin'

Why can't I keep my fingers off it?

Baby, I want you, na-na

Why can't I keep my fingers off you?

Baby, I want you, na-na

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice

Flashin' lights, flashin' lights

You got me faded, faded, faded

Baby, I want you, na-na

Can't keep your eyes off my fatty

Daddy, I want you, na-na

Drunk in love, we be all night

Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club

Love, love

We be all night

No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights

Boy, I'm drinkin', park it in my lot, 7-11

I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin', if you scared, call that reverend

Boy, I'm drinkin', get my brain right, Armand de Brignac, gangster wife

Louis sheets, he sweat it out, like washrags, he wet it up

Boy, I'm drinkin', I'm singin' on the mic to my boy toys

Surfboard, surfboard

Grainin' on that wood, grainin'-grainin' on that wood

I'm swervin' on that, swervin'-swervin' on that

Drunk in love, we be all night

Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club

Love, love

We be all night

If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself

Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to back up all of that mouth

That you had all in the car, talkin' 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far

Talkin' 'bout you be reppin' that Third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard

Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh

Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol

Slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take drawers off

On sight

Catch a charge, I might

Beat the box up like Mike in '97, I bite

I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play

"Now eat the cake, Anna Mae," said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae"

I'm nice

For y'all to reach these heights

You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights

Sleep tight

We sex again in the mornin'

Love, love

We be all night

I been sippin', that's the only thing that's keepin' me on fire, we on fire

Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire

I've been drinkin' watermelon

I want your body right here

Daddy, I want you right now

Can't keep your eyes off my fatty

Love, love

We be all night