Holiday You can't think straight Getting paid out on the interstate Throwing shade We'll sit and bicker on the meaning of a tailgate ♪ I'm afraid that I'm extinct And ashamed when they acknowledge it There's a give-and-take 'Til everybody does the Hundred-Dollar-Ounce Shake I can still re-up I can feel just fine For a hundred bucks or two If I give you up Does it mean that I am always fair to you? ♪ Holiday You can't think straight Getting paid Oh, would you ever think? Throwing shade How did we ever know the meaning in the first place? I can still re-up I can feel just fine For a hundred bucks or two If I give you up Does it mean that I am always fair to you?