[VERSE 1] 12 minutes past 6, the sun burns my eyes I feel like shit dunno why Im outside Woke up in the park, passed out on the slide Pretty far from the crib, so I gotta catch a ride Guess Ill hit up Joe cuz hell prolly know What I did last night. So I get up off the flo Shut my eyelids tight my heads about to blow Its so goddamn bright and my minds dimmed low Another hangover. Ive had lots of practice Got a headache the size of Zach Galifinakis Cellphones dead, dunno where my contacts is Cant charge the mobile no cash, no plastic But its not so drastic, I head down the street Looking for my memories in the concrete I could really go for a green swisha sweet So the next alley I reach I gotta be discreet Cuz I meet the weedman, Tito, on the beat And hes got remedies for 10 or 15 I owe him 25 to get a grip on the scene Watching the smoke rise, wondering where Ive been [VERSE 2] Now that Im stoned and effectively faded Im hella ready to go to the home I shoulda stayed in But Joes pads closer Ive already made it And Joes got a story thats bound to be amazing I got a couple bowls left so were blazing Hes telling me how I showed up to the party Already raging a handle of Bacardi Hitting on fat chicks flattering their bodies Downed a couple beers with the oldfashion shotty It was cool. Apparently, I was doing fine After three brews it was all a good time Then somebody said Tequila and I said I got the lime Six shots later Im a Colt 45 Revolving and turning and spinning round the room Had to chill with an L of some loud, like boom Crossfaded on the couch, got stuck too soon Cuz the cops come through and everybody better dip But if I aint slippin in some witches, save that shit So Im grippin on a kitten named Princess Brit And Brits got a bottle looks like bout a fifth Our princess helps this pissed kid ditch the pigs Dip to the cut, slips the drink, offers me a swig The Peanut Butter Vodka harder than big Popov hit I said wtf is this? and vomited [VERSE 3] Now its clear as day instant replay I can recall ralphing up and wrecking it Oy vey, the juice I eliminated with the gin Mixed with the eighth smoked to the face for the grin Switched and replaced my daze and confused inhibitions With ways to win, plus perks after the mission So, subsequently, given the intermission Princess decided it was high time she went missing Told the chick to listen, she quit chirping and tripping I whipped it out, asked if I could kindly put the tip in She kinda laughed, sipped the PBV then said shed lick it But only if she and me dont bone nor ever kick it Youre cool and whatever, she says she respects it But not to expect everybody always feeling the funk I recommend a real hobby. Some folks drink But boy, you get drunk.
princess, brit, joes, dunno, pbv