It's just business

The drinks dispensed
Your glass rims peer over every draft pint until end
Give me wisdom Like eyes above the fence
Closer now
The awkward silence amongst a crowd of drunkards cackle
We are here to make noise, we are here to engage in battle
The hand beside me contorts to uncomfortable sorts
And the Orange glow of bar top wood only heightens it's course
The bottle is never full enough and the wasted is never empty
And we sit side by side with a full pitcher of insight
The conversation I'm sure will be plenty
There are hips in trance
But not mine in the dance
For this stool has got a wobble
And I'd rather not take the chance
The liquors fancy
Typical turned simple syrup shakers now brazen with labels to create an identity
Its just business
My business
Your business
Royal Rob Roy's business
Captain Morgan and coca-colas business
Mr long island iced teas business
Mrs Shots shots shots shots shots
Ms I see x marks the spot so your hands don't get any shots
Mr last call buying up a round for all of y'all kinda business
Mr I can drive
Mr you can't drive
Mrs hailing a cab down the middle of high streets late night drag at 3 am alive and tipping the taxi driver nothing.... Kinda business
Mr street meats Mrs sweet heats in all shapes and sizes and varieties
Pull carts and pop up stands all on a mission for the drunks from high society
This is the business crowd
Without their cloudy day
This is society on stilts and liquor is the only thing willing to sway them
So they'll say have a nice day and hit you with a 20 spot, that's business class
An overpour maybe but I'd never say, wouldn't tell a soul if you mingled some more drink with my glass
And tried to outlast the oncoming storm
Of slurred speech and attitudes and people puking on the floor
Make it home safe? You need to make sure to find the door
And at least stumble with some dignity
Have some pride in feeling cheated of your life by being broke and woken up still wasted all the time
Now that's business