verse1 evv'n'flo:
I / drank too much akohal waded
Out /deep I think im drowning I cant even pronounce it/at all
/ Im slurring my words cursing the earf
I /sank , deep into the ocean when evv’n ‘ flowin

Ab/stained till I got a tastin
Wasted started frank the tankin
Ridiculous “its so good once it hits your lips”
streek through the quads Smoking my chronic wit syonic and ra

Government wanna prohibit herb like they did the sauce I don’t givem no props
Cops comin try to snatch my crops they do what they told told and they asked they boss
Half of us we lose in the system these heifers not choosin direction I
hate cows more than coppas but the slow pokes don’t know and wanna lock us

/ Keep up with the times / did get the memo
ask our last three cheifin commanders we assigned its presidential
/ 1 we drink shit and smoke this nation’s is hypocrit
Tical, we got a different style, and it’s a joke


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don’t /wanna be prosecuted or persecuted slurpin my booze
/ Fur certain Me You and her and her friend

verse2 Psionic:
Too many tequilas and lime got me optimus like prime
it was only 5 after 9 when I flat-lined.
So let’s get black out like Method and Red
I be stepping on heads duckin,’ headed to bed

Too much stout til 6 in the morning
Bangin a chick, wild til she dead like mourning
Wearing a veil of alcohol, my pockets small
On four-zero o-z’s, If I keep on sippin OE I'm pushin' up posies

I’m sinning and I’m spinning and I just can’t STOP
it’s swimming wit women takin off they TOPS
I’m sippin and tippin til I hear a KNOCK
Flipping on the lights, oh shit, it’s the COPS!

Out the window, I’m in and out like a dildo Hell no, sirens create the crescendo
I shouldn’t have puffed that last endo

Plus I’m stoned like I got caught scopin Medusa
My thoughts rot croakin my medulla
No officer, I’m not a menace to society
probably a menace to sobriety
So pardon me.

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Verse3 (mv):
A week of tough thinkin’, waitin’ for the weekend: nauseous
A night of binge drinkin’ barely eatin’ and I got sick
One sticky feature of our liver that I bone pick,
Stomach feels like we played keep away and it got drop kicked
Quickly pick the liquor with the licorice aftertaste! Jaeger!
Was that before the store where the cashier says, “Hey sir.”?
Really can’t place her as I fall, try to stall my false pace
Glossin’ over my complexion for inspection like taste.
Disgrace, I grab a case wasted, forget my time and/ place,
I love to wake up with new abrasions.
Gotta get the 40! ‘Cause I’m poor boy like I’m Haitian,
Or Jamaican, chasin’ Myers with Red Stripe
“Slappin’ the bass mon!” Shit faced and cross-faded
Tryin’ to forget cause my life is so jaded
Relievin’ responsibility while I relieve myself
All over my bed, and all over my cell.

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outro chorus:
/ we not anonymous we always got a fif
/ all we wanted was a chance to party cuz