Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drugged , by - J. Dash. Release date: 30.01.2012
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drugged , by - J. Dash. Drugged |
| Hah, okay so |
| A lot of people ask me why |
| Why don’t I drink? |
| And a lot of people guess it might be for religious reasons and that’s not the |
| case |
| I just had a bad experience |
| You really wanna know? |
| Alright, so this how the story go, look |
| Went into the club to rock a show real quick |
| Then smoke a bird ain’t drink no liq' |
| Got up to spit, rockin' my new clothes and kicks |
| I remembered that chick that sat on that sofa |
| I sure done forgot what I told her |
| And she put her hands on my shoulder |
| And then I drink all of my soda |
| And it all went out of control, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| E’rybody started movin' real slow, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| And then I started talkin' real low, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| And now I can’t remember no mo', whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| (Drugged!) Woke up called Kitty on the cell |
| Told her come and get me I’m in ATL |
| (So where are you exactly?) Dog, I can’t tell |
| My head’s still spinnin', can’t think too well I’m |
| I’m (drugged) I think I woke up on a bench |
| I got a couple dollars and a wrench |
| A paper clip and a lil' lint |
| And 'bout half of a Mento mint |
| I’m (drugged) look, I just want to get home |
| Hop on the MARTA and get, get gone |
| Reached in my pocket to pull out my wallet and |
| Shoot, my wallet gone |
| (Drugged) A’ight, Dash, take a breath |
| Get it together and retrace yo' steps |
| This is not what I had on when I left |
| And why am I wet? |
| Look, all I know is that I |
| Went into the club to rock a show real quick |
| Then smoke a bird ain’t drink no liq' |
| Got up to spit, rockin' my new clothes and kicks |
| I remembered that chick that sat on that sofa |
| I sure done forgot what I told her |
| And she put her hands on my shoulder |
| And then I drink all of my soda |
| And it all went out of control, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| E’rybody started movin' real slow, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| And then I started talkin' real low, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| And now I can’t remember no mo', whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| (Flashback) Here’s the nitty-gritty of the nitty-gritty |
| Me and Kitty took the sev'-fifty to another city |
| Pretty as a Playboy bunny (church) |
| Backside feelin' all gummy (church) |
| Ridin' down the road feelin' better than ever |
| She say she never had a brother that had treated her better |
| And whether the weather was better or not |
| Until death do us part, we would always be together (wait, what?) |
| (Blackout) Then I woke up in the same car |
| (Blackout) Then I woke up in the gay bar |
| (Blackout) Now I’m tweaked out, gettin' freaked out |
| Tryna figure out how I’m geeked off Spreete |
| Sprite, whatever I know that I’m never |
| Drinkin' after no heffer wearin' leather ever, again |
| Lord, Jesus, if you let me get through this, I promise |
| I’ll be at church every Sunday (amen) |
| Went into the club to rock a show real quick |
| Then smoke a bird ain’t drink no liq' |
| Got up to spit, rockin' my new clothes and kicks |
| I remembered that chick that sat on that sofa |
| I sure done forgot what I told her |
| And she put her hands on my shoulder |
| And then I drink all of my soda |
| And it all went out of control, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| E’rybody started movin' real slow, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| And then I started talkin' real low, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| And now I can’t remember no mo', whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Nah, bro, I’m tellin' you she was fine |
| Like Halle Berry fine, y’knamean? |
| And like, you would’ve never guessed she would’ve slipped somethin' in a dude |
| drink, y’know I’m sayin'? |
| Like one second in the club chillin' with her |
| Next thing I know I’m wakin' up on a park bench with a tattoo of a chicken wang |
| on my shoulder blade |
| And oh, my wallet gone |
| Y’know I’m sayin' like, how the hell I’m a get home now? |
| Luckily I still have some battery on my phone so I can call y’all up |
| But look, call Beeze up, tell 'em to have my car ready when I get to the |
| Haliford, y’know I’m sayin'? |
| I’m 'bout to get out of here |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Wop | 2012 |
| Flippin' Out ft. J. Dash | 2011 |
| Magic ft. J. Dash | 2012 |
| Strut | 2012 |
| Fresh | 2012 |
| I Rep My Hood | 2012 |