Guestlist’r lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Crawford]
Dear God, if I'm being honest
I know that you're watchin'
The gin and the tonic, tastes good
But it's bad for my conscience
When it's used as a constant
It's blurring my optics again

[Chorus: Nick Crawford, Christian Cicilia]
I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I got a backstage pass and a line to skip
She's got a bone to pick
Let's get these hoes some liquor
Hop up in the whip with the Uber sticker
Had to get the blacked out tint, no pictures
And she's all about the chase, no mixer
Tryna get a taste of the fragrant elixir
Turn into A-lister whеn I guestlist her

[Verse 2: Christian Cicilia]
Drinks at the bar, always free whеn you're with me
Tonight you're a star, tryin' hard to eclipse me
She's got a bone to pick, she got a boner picture
From the guy downtown who just can't get with her
From the beat of my heart, you bring it out swiftly
Jump out the car, we finally hit Main Street
And I'm with the band, so I'm in demand
Yet I still chase you like a fan
[Chorus: Nick Crawford, Christian Cicilia]
I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I got a backstage pass and a line to skip
She's got a bone to pick
Let's get these hoes some liquor
Hop up in the whip with the Uber sticker
Had to get the blacked out tint, no pictures
And she's all about the chase, no mixer
Tryna get a taste of the fragrant elixir
Turn into A-lister when I guestlist her (Guestlist her, guestlist her)