Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drugged, artist - J. Dash.
Date of issue: 30.01.2012
Song language: English
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 |