Feat Martha Marion

[Verse 1]

It's your birthday comin' up, the 6th of July ? yeah
Got a present so sweet, it'll make you cry ? uh
It's a treat for your lips, girl, gonna make your mouth water

You been achin' for this; it's just what the doctor ordered

[Verse 2]

Climb into my ride and lean the seat way back
We about to go to heaven; ain't nothin' you gotta pack ? uh
Close your eyes real tight; open your throat up wide

'Cause soon I'm gonna fill you up inside

[Verse 3]

(*##$, I'm takin' you to wine country
To show you you're the only girl for me
We gonna take the 101

'Cause the 5 is for !@$)gots
(Golden State !@$)gots)


[Verse 4]
Gonna shack up at a B&B
Ask them to recommend some wineries

But we'll only patronize the ones
That are family owned
(Main Street, not Wall Street)


[Verse 5]
Ain't gonna spare no expense; this vineyard's all up on my dick ? uh

I'll drop a thousand on a Chateau Cheval Blanc if it's sick ? yeah
I'm-a make it rain; throwin' so much cash I'm scarin' ya
But for real, if it rain, they got an indoor tasting area


[Verse 6]
Later on, sex you up by a lake right as the sun is setting

Explore your whole body; not one part I'll be forgetting
You're gonna feel just like a princess in a golden palace
But no oral on this trip; girl, I gotta save my palette ? uh


[Verse 7]
Mad respect for wine country

Sometimes we'll have to pay a tasting fee
They're in place to offset the cost
Of maintaining the vineyard

(Luxury isn't free)

Break it down?


[Breakdown]
If we get peckish later on, we'll get a charcuterie plate ? uh

That's meat and cheese and olives; all that %#@! that tastes great ? yeah
Don't look so surprised, girl
My tastes are refined, girl


[Verse 8]
Just 'cause I got a grill and I'm a street hood don't mean for a thrill that I can't eat good

I didn't come to Napa just to tap ya fly, tanned booty ? nah
While we here, gonna sample wines both dry and fruity ? ohhh
Girl, you $#&@in' fine, on fire in dem jeans

And if we're drunk on too much wine, we'll hire a limousine
We'll go get some virgin olive oil; hump in it 'til morning
'Cause the fact that I know how to classify tannins makes you so damn ^^&$#*


[Verse 9]
That night while you're on top of me

We'll review the finer points of viscosity
I'll learn you up on malolactic fermentation ?
(*##$, their ain't no stoppin' me

And when my junk's in your mouth, you'll detect a note of wood
The color and the clarity's beyond reproach 'cause it's aged real good
And when I bust a nut, make sure to swish it around

Then exhale through your nose as you swallow it down ? uh

[Verse 10]

That's how we roll in wine country
I know some places we can drink for free
My Dad went to school with a guy
Who writes a wine-tasting column
(It's called ?Grape Expectations?)


[Verse 11]
We'll commune with nature every day
I brought two copies of The Artist's Way
Sunrise is the perfect time

To do our Morning Pages
(Stream of consciousness writing)

Girl, get your sweet $$# in my Maserati
'Cause we about to kick it like Paul Giamatti