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