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[Verse 1]
Friday night, rolled in hot
Still smell like fryer grease and unpaid thoughts
Cracked a beer with my name on the side
Someone said “this is a funeral,” I said “well, damn—sorry, I tried”
Uncle Pete’s dancin’ with the urn
Spilled bourbon on a Bible, said “wait your turn”
I hit on a bridesmaid who turned out to be
My second cousin… twice, apparently
[Chorus]
We’re just sippin’ on a maybe
Talkin’ big dreams and actin’ real shady
Got a buzz like a chainsaw fight
It’s a dumpster fire, but the sparks look nice
Hey stranger, hold my beer now (Beer now)
If I run naked, cheer loud (So proud)
Just blame tequila for the crimes you commit
We’re all a little messed up, and we’re proud of it
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe
[Verse 2]
Saturday started in a Waffle House booth
With a waitress named Karma and a missing tooth
She said, “Y’all smell like gasoline and shame”
I said, “Hell yeah, put that on my grave”
We hit a flea market for some fireworks
Bought a crossbow, a waffle iron, and two “Jesus Works” shirts
Tried to start a band in the Dollar Tree
Till we got kicked out for drummin’ on beef jerky
[Chorus]
Still sippin’ on a maybe
Everything’s stupid and that’s what saved me
I kissed someone I thought was my ex
Turns out it’s her twin — and now we’re all perplexed
Hey babies, drop that pride down (Right now)
We’re all broken but it’s fun somehow (Pow pow)
Life’s too short to play it clean
So we’re chasin’ dumb with gasoline
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe
[Verse 3]
Sunday woke up in a kiddie pool
With a raccoon on my chest and a “Party Mule” tattoo
My boots were gone, replaced with Crocs
And someone made a bong from a mailbox
Cousin Dale’s passed out in a tent
That says “Live, Laugh, Lawsuit” — heaven sent
I called my mom, just to say hey
She said, “You sound like you joined a cult—anyway…”
[Chorus]
Still sippin’ on a maybe
Tryin’ to live free, dumb, and kinda lazy
Got no plan but a cooler full of beer
And a playlist full of “what the hell happened here?”
Hey Monday, suck an egg now (Egg now)
You can’t kill this rodeo somehow (Bow down)
We may not know what the hell we’re doin’
But we’re damn good at nothin’ and we’re still improvin’
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe
