Beyonce & Jay Z
Drunk In Love
Alchohol is an aphrodisac for Beyonce in the luscious “Drunk In Love.”
An operatic cry and cascading synths open the single, setting a rising tone. In the intro, she presses her husband against her body as they dance. She nuzzles her neck and kisses him, saying she wants to go home right now. Her mind is buzzing, wondering what is about him that turns her on. (“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 you, baby?/I want you, na na.”)
In their car, the cigars remain untouched, soaking in the ice. The heat of lights have a left a spot on the floor. She rubs his leg and moans. (“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.”)
In the chorus, the cold from the floor chills her naked body. She looks up to her husband and they both laugh. Every time they have sex, they usually end up somewhere unexpected in their house. She says she remembers him calling their driver. (“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 off in that club/Drunk in love/We be all night, love, love/We be all night, love, love.”)
She walks around the house and finds clothes strewn everywhere. He follows behind her, kissing her back and complimenting her on her curves. In their bedroom, she sees the spots on the sheets and takes them off. She clears her throat, sore from last night. She says he must’ve got her screaming. She slips a little on the floor on the way to the bathroom. In there, she finds the bathtub with water still in it. She smiles as she drains it, knowing it’s her favorite spot. (“We be all night, and everything alright/No complaints for 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 washed rags, he wet it up/Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic 'til my voice hoarse/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 Benz/Serving all this, swerve, surfing all of this good good.”)
The chorus is sung again.
In the bridge, Jay Z the cognac works every time. In the car, she kept telling him what she was going to do to him once inside. They made out in the foyer for awhile and knocked one of their Andy Warhol portraits off the wall. He says they started to have sex in the foyer. She turns around and he kisses her the top of her chest and around her nipple. He wants to have sex again. (“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, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far/Talking 'bout you be repping that 3rd, 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 know 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 morning, your breasteses is my breakfast/We going in, we be all night.”)
Beyonce sings the last part of the chorus. (“We be all night, love, love/We be all night, love, love.”)
She kisses him back and drops her vodka stained pants from her hands. They fall back onto the floor again. (“Never tired, never tired/I been sippin', that's the only thing/That's keeping me on fire, me 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.”)
Beyonce sings the last part of the chorus to end the single. (“We be all night, love, love/We be all night, love, love.”)
Beyonce’s erotic vocals smudges her words and licks the tips of them with her tongue. She’s a sexual woman and enjoys every part of her husband. Also, surfboard is possibly one of the best euphemisms ever.
Jay Z’s a proud husband in his rap, beaming at his wife’s newfound sexual freedom. He’s focused describing how they make love. He loses the narrative, though, mixing his pop culture metaphors. The Andy Warhol reference is the most organic of them, blending in seamlessly.
The cinematic “Drunk In Love” explodes with its hotness, floating some new memes in the air.