text: I hold my liquor
  But this man can’t handle his weed
  Dark and lonely now
  On Chicago, south of town
  Im on to Indiana
  I heard it in the radio now
  I cant handle no liquor
  And these bitches cant handle me
  I cant control my bitches
  And my bitches they cant control me
  You say you know me, my witches
  But you really just know the old me
  Bitch, Im back out my coma
  Wakin up on your sofa
  When I park my Range Rover
  Slightly scratch your Corolla
  Okay, I smashed your Corolla
  Im hanging on a hangover
  Five years we been over
  Ask me why I came over
  One more hit and I can own ya
  Baby girl, hes a loner
  Baby girl, hes a loner
  Late-night organ donor
  After that, he disown ya
  After that hes just hopeless
  Soul mates become soulless
  When its over its over
  Bitch, Im back out my coma