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Stream MAD: smarturl.it/MeanAssDrunk

Director - Jeff Desom
Co-director - Diego "Deachete" Huacuja (Basa studio)
Executive Producer - Kimberly Stuckwisch, Carlos López Estrada, Melora Donoghue, Neil Garvey
Production Company - Little Ugly
Producer - Rebecca Doyle
Production Coordinator - Gia Rigoli
1st AD - David Gutel
Director of Photography - Neema Sadeghi
Steadicam Operator - Michael McDonald
1st AC - India Lausterer
Gaffer - Michael Proa
Production Designer - Armando Vernet
Art Assist - Oliver Zaciu
Art Assist - Jovaun Iyte
Production Assistant - Eden Hawes
Production Assistant - Donald Nguyen
Editor - Jeff Desom
Location Management - Easy Locations, LLC

CAST
Jack Travis
Angie Xiaoli
Preston Yarger
Alexis Turner
Neal Rahman
Donald Nguyen
Elias White
Matthew Arnold
Vicki Pearlman
Logan Rose

Music produced by Julian Le & Adam Nash
Additional production by Lewis "Twice as Nice" Hughes
Mixed by Justin Gerrish
Mastered by Howie Weinberg
Engineered by Claire Morison at Bedrock.LA

Hook
We’re summoning spirits
We’re tearing the label
We’re clearer than vodka
Don’t bottle it up, don’t bottle it up

Chorus
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Has anybody told you you’re a mean ass drunk?
Oh no
Oh shit
Oh no
Oh shit

Verse 1
You say it’s your thing to be honest
Like it’s kind of this token of pride
Well to be honest, you’re kind of a goddess
But being with you kind of kills me inside
You want me to explain it?
We’ll, it’s sorta of this look in your eye
Like you’re cooking an egg on the hood of a car cause you looked at it hard
But my heart is the egg and you’re watching it fry
I'm not gonna cry. I’m not gonna lie, I am gonna cry (but not right here!)
Gimme like a minute lemme get up in my feelings while I pop my beer
Shit is getting muddy and I’m seeking out a buddy
at the bottom of the bottle but it’s not quite clear
What you expect from me
When you’re disrespecting me

Chorus

Verse 2
Wanna treat me like a dog on a leash?
That’s your prerogative, sheesh
But if she wanna see what we got
when the saga repeats: nada, capish?
I’m not a complete wretch
I fetch, I sit at bit
but I’m not gonna stay
And if you wanna see me, you can see my feets
and my cute little cheeks when I’m walking away
You can see me sitting on the dock of the bay
You can see me licking on my crotch like a stray
But if you gotta see me like a prop in play
Gotta say, I’ll be skipping what you got for today
And maybe you’ll be thinking that I’m hot in the head
or I’m sick and picking and at my chicken pox in the bed
You can think what you like
I think I’ll take a hike

Bridge
Oh no, oh shit, oh no, oh shit
It's just one small complaint
I know I am no saint
Oh no, oh shit, oh no, oh shit
I think we're old enough to know what we ain't