All Kind

Rum or gin? Henny or wine?
Tequila mek she bubble pon time,
Vodka wid Sprite, champagne shine,
Mi cyaan decide, so mi try all kind.

Walk inna di spot and di light dem low,
Bartender ask mi, “Wha’ yuh waan fi pour?”
Mi look pon di shelf like mi searching fi gold,
Too much bottle, now mi mind overload.

She seh, “Start wid rum, mek di body get warm,”
But di gin deh cold like a midnight storm,
Henny deh call wid a rich-man charm,
Tequila seh, “Take me, mi do no harm.”

One red top gyal pon di floor start spin,
Black jeans fit like trouble walk in,
She seh, “Pick one fast, nuh stall, begin,”
Mi seh, “Gyal, mi a choose, but di liquor dem win.”

Rum or gin? Henny or wine?
Tequila mek she bubble pon time,
Vodka wid Sprite, champagne shine,
Mi cyaan decide, so mi try all kind.

Mi seh rum? Nah, maybe gin tonight,
Henny? Yeah, dat one deh feel right,
Tequila? She seh dat make har wine tight,
Vodka? Mix it up wid a likkle Sprite.

Whiskey? Mek mi mood get bold,
Patrón? If di party get cold,
Champagne? Pop dat, watch it unfold,
Cîroc? One more cup before we roll.

Now di table full and di cup dem lean,
Ice inna glass like a frozen dream,
She seh she want something smooth and clean,
But har waistline move like a wild machine.

Mi seh, “Try likkle whiskey, it rough but sweet,”
She seh, “Give me champagne, mi love elite,”
Patrón make di whole place lift off feet,
Cîroc inna system, now di vibe complete.

Every bottle have a mood, every sip have a sign,
Rum bring fire and di Henny bring shine,
Gin make jokes and tequila bend time,
Vodka disappear when it mix wid lime.

So mi ask har, “Baby, what’s yours tonight?”
She smile and seh, “Anything if di vibe feel right,”
Two cup raise when di bassline bite,
Coulda never choose one, so we drink through di night.

Rum or gin? Henny or wine?
Tequila mek she bubble pon time,
Vodka wid Sprite, champagne shine,
Mi cyaan decide, so mi try all kind.

Rum seh “run it,” gin seh “grin,”
Henny seh “come mek di night begin,”
Tequila seh “spin,” vodka seh “win,”
Champagne cork fly when di gyal walk in.

One sip, two sip, mood get high,
Three cup, four cup, stars inna sky,
She seh, “Choose quick,” mi seh, “Why?”
Di whole bar calling, mi haffi reply.

Rum or gin? Henny or wine?
Tequila mek she bubble pon time,
Vodka wid Sprite, champagne shine,
Mi cyaan decide, so mi try all kind.