Please, get those eye brows down.
You’re not imagining anything.
This is indeed a track by T-Pain.
But this isn’t about some drink in the club. This is about one of the best choruses to be written in the history of music that incorporates the age old gimmick of rhyming stuff while counting to 10: “1, 2, 3, 4, get the hell up out my door / 5, 6, 7, 8, I don’t need your sex I’ll masturbate.” Really, do lyrics get better than that?