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letra de tables & bottles - astin erikson

[intro]
waves crest and crash while seagulls chirp at the beach

[verse 1: astin erikson]
sun shinin’ endlessly
i know this little place at the end of the beach
ray-bans on, and i rock the tan
polo shirt and a drink in hand
and a, long line outside the door
i walk to the front ‘cuz i been here before
everybody know me, and it’s nothin’ but love
slappin’ hands and pats on the backs and hugs
i walk through the crowd to my table in the back
and it’s stocked with the walls full of bottles on a rack
and the bartender asked why i never called her back
yo i’m sorry baby didn’t mean to do you like that
and they playin’ my song
not one that i like, but one that i’m on
and we dancin’ and drinkin’ all night long
party like ain’t nothin’ wrong

[hook: astin erikson]
they hate us, from london to las vegas
we actin’ like we famous
we only doin’ tables and bottles
so baby, are you comin’ with me
back home to new york city
we only doin’ tables and bottles now
miami, chicago, rio to milano
we only doin’ tables and bottles now
like we hit the lotto, lotto
like we hit the lotto
tables and bottles now

[verse 2: astin erikson]
moon shinin’ endlessly
i know this little place in nyc
it’s the part of town where they pack the meat
not the midtown spots where they pack the streets
and a, long line outside the door
lookin’ like studio 54
i walk to the front, they just let me in
gimme a bottle of your most expensive gin
i remember when i couldn’t get in clubs like this
now i walk in, i’m greeted with buckets of iced cris’
can’t believe how different, my life is
flyin’ first cl-ss on every flight, b-tch
let’s hit the west indes
new york is gettin’ cold and windy
and our kidneys still a miss from sydney
but are you comin’ with me

[bridge: astin erikson]
and them haters be like
mon what you always come around here for
why you show your d-mn face around here for
listen up, what you got them d-mn ears for
we don’t want you come come around here no more
why you always come around this place
why you always lookin’ like such a disgrace
why you show your d-mn face around this place
we don’t want you come around ’round this place
i’m like f-ck you b-tches
i know you don’t like it when we come around
but why don’t you just mind your own d-mn business
we ain’t come here to bother ya
we on a plane from la guardia to mardi gras
throw a few beads in louisiana, then managed
to get a flight in atlanta, to see the copacabana
sip banana daiquiris in the breeze down in havana
you wouldn’t believe the scene
yo we livin’ the dream…playa

- astin erikson

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