Wish They’d Come Up With A 12-Pack

Lyrics

[Verse] It's the summertime, everybody's getting wine When you go to the store, could you please make mine A St. Ides, and watch me drink it quick At the family barbecue or the picnic 'Cause it's so hot this time of year And if you're looking for a brand new beer Grab that S-T-Crooked-I, it's ironic It's not the Miller but smooth, it's like the chronic, bionic And all the homies'll wanna take a sip Of your brews with St. Ides and then take a dip In the shade is where I was And I'm sorry, lemonade never got me buzzed like this It feels so good, Black I kinda wish they'd come up with a 12-pack