| 2 o’clock woke up
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| Breath smelling awful like somebody throwed up
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| Bodies on the side of me, passed out or sleeping
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| Lungs full of smoke, make it hard for me breathing
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| Got no shirt, freezing, liquor bottles everywhere
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| Half filled with matches, floor filled with ashes
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| Spilled glasses, of vodka, bacardi
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| Now I’m trying to think, man what happen at this party
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| All I can remember was White Michael spitting
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| Mark Mirage spinning and Short Shane was drunk
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| Rest of it was blurry and kind of slip my mind
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| Now I’m feeling out of touch like I’m two steps behind
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| So I step through the house with my eyes wide open
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| Paste in my mouth from the hydro I 'm smoking
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| Knucklehead strolls in, ask what I’m doing
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| Rolls up a joint with this left over Cuban
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| Blazed that and kept moving, started going upstairs
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| Winded and couldn’t make it up there
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| It’s real pathetic if you wanna think about it
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| But I was smoking weed cause I can’t drink without it
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| Chorus, (2 times)
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| First, first, let me introduce this, ha
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| Half out my brain trying to do this, nah
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| Trying to figure what’s going on
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| My mind won’t respond, can’t tell right from wrong
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| And as I finally made it to the 2nd floor
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| Out of breath still unsure what I’m checking for
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| Rooms are emptied like somebody just robbed em
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| But what do I care this ain’t my place, ain’t my problem
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| So I continued walking, bumped into klepto
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| Taking off with someone’s Nintendo
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| And I seen Nath Cruise take booze
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| From these fake dudes, shaking in they boots trying to play cool
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| Laughed about it, then made my way downstairs
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| Made a drink and took another look around there
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| 3 o’clock their ain’t nothing going down here
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| Now I’m trying to think why I’m still standing around here
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| Forget it, I’m done, grab my coat and pager
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| Flipped off the neighbor in a pissed off behavior
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| Went straight to my house, I wish I stayed sober
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| Cause last night I was drunk, now I got these crazy hang over
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| Man, everyday goes the same
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| As I run through these motions again and again
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| Had a lot on my brain and finally said @#%$ it
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| Couldn’t of been a great night, I already forgot it!
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| Chorus (2 times)
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| First, first, let me introduce this, ha
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| Half out my brain trying to do this, nah
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| Trying to figure what’s going on
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| My mind won’t respond, can’t tell right from wrong |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Past Out , by - Classified. Song from the album While You Were Sleeping, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп