Beyoncé and JAY-Z Confirm International On the Run II Tour

I've been drinking, I've been drinking

I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I've been thinking, I've been thinking

Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na-na
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na-na

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights

You got me faded, faded, faded, baby
I want you, na-na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty daddy
I want you, na-na

Drunk in love, I want you

We woke up in the kitchen
Saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh baby
Drunk in love
We be all night

Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that club
Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

We be all night, and everything alright
No complaints from my body
So fluorescent under these lights

Boy, I'm drinking, park it in my lot, 7-11
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing
If you scared, call that reverend

Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out, like washrags, he wet it up

Boy, I'm drinking
I'm singing on the mic to my boy's toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway

Then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining-graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving-swerving on that
Big body been serving all this
Swerve, surfing all in this good, good

We woke up in the kitchen
Saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?"Oh baby
Drunk in love
We be all night

Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that club
Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love (I'm nice right now... Hold up!)

That D'USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself

Hold up, stumble all in the house
Time to back up all that mouth
That you had all in the car
Talkin' 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far

Talkin' 'bout you be repping that third
I wanna see all that shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood
Hope you can handle this curve, uh

Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slid the panties right to the side
Ain't got the time to take drawers off

On sight, catch a charge I might
Beat the box up, like Mike in '97, I bite
I'm Ike Turner, turn up baby, no, I don't play
"Now eat the cake, Anna Mae!"
Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!"

I'm nice for y'all to reach these heights
You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
We sex again in the mornin'
Your breasteses is my breakfast, we goin' in

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

I'm never tired, never tired
I been sippin', that's the only thing
That's keeping me on fire, we on fire
Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire

I've been drinking, watermelon
I want your body right here, daddy
I want you, right now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy
I want you

We be all night, love, love

We be all night, love, love