Baby get the keys to the Rover Truck. man, let me get this Oatmeal Stout over, bruh. Ain’t no beer here up in Iowa like it. Bust your big head is what was told to us. Now play it how you say it - I bet ya won’t. I’ll have you drinkin’ its sweet molasses when I give you what you want. Lookin’ good, doin’ bad, and my nerves bad with it. Drink on up, you know you gonna hit it.