text: Down the drain
  Down the drain
  Down the drain
  Down down down down
  Make it drop
  We squeeze
  We sniff
  We cut it up
  M-M-M-M-I-A
  The ultimate
  M-M-M-M-I-A
  Oh, its M.I.A
  Oh, wow
  Its M.I.A., wow
  Rock it, rock it to the stars
  Rock it, rock it to the space
  Rock it, rock it to the bar
  Rock it, rock it off your face
  Johnnie keep walking, Jack does too much coke
  Jim Beam and Jameson, they just give me joke
  When I see Pernot, I say oh hell no
  Kahluas a turn-off, tell him to Smirnoff
  Captain Morgan shot the sparks
  When we hang out, he shoot arrows through my heart
  Blue Tattoo, chilling up in Malibu
  He got 99 Bananas, but hes not my boo
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  When I met Seagrams, he sent Chivas down my spine
  Got me on the dance floor and we start to wine
  His ex Sambuca, she just a hookah
  I put it on a chilla, but I want Tequila
  I got you off your fucking face
  I tell you what to do you want your mother, your something-or-other
  I got you off your fucking face
  You wound up in another place your brother, you fucking nutter
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  Its going d-d-d-d-d-d-d-down
  Everything slow-mo in the background
  When I pull it, pull it, p-p-pull it, pull it
  Yeah its sticky and I get it by the pound
  Hey-o, Maya, your shit is on fire
  Real talk, yuh nuh know seh man a liar
  Thats why I never ever take em to my mattress
  I tell em meet me in the sky, yeah thats my address
  I said I got this bad bitch Margarite
  And when I see her I say si, señorita!
  Okay, she make me feel like I love, love
  Im like BRRRRRRR, yo, Im fucked up!
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
  I got a shot of tequila in me
  Eh, whatcha say?
  Eh, whatcha say?
  Eh, whatcha say?
  Eh, whatcha say?