| Different week, same shit around here dawg, ain’t nothing new
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| Got a call from Kyle, told him I’m coming through
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| He told me stop, grab him a Sprite for his cup of Goose
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| Through the phone I could hear what they were bumping to
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| I went and made a pit stop, parked at the Quick Stop
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| Already had a fifth but grabbed a six of some twist tops
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| Better safe than sorry
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| By the time I hit the party it was already 10:40
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| I’m tryna blow this stress from my motherfucking work week off
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| Been like 5 months since I had a work week off
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| I’m at the door, ain’t no sense in knocking, so I walk in
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| Super lowkey but it’s popping
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| I give a nod to a kid that I never met, then he asked me for a cigarette
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| Told him I didn’t smoke but I let him finish his sentence
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| Saw my homie so I dapped him up
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| Then we started laughing at jokes that I kept on cracking
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| But yo, let’s skip the chatting 'cause I’m sober, let me pour a shot
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| Nah yo, let’s pour a shot
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| I’ma drink this liquor 'til my body hit the floor and drop
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| Like are we drinking more or not?
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| Like are we drinking more or not?
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| I let the liquor hit my liver, probably killing myself
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| But that shit don’t really matter when you feeling yourself
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| Aye Logan 'bout to roll a blunt, I don’t really smoke a ton
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| He passed it to me anyway just 'cause I was the closest one
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| I took a little hit, shit you know what I’m saying
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| He always got the loud pack that’s got me choking again
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| (Coughing)
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| I’m straight with it
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| And yeah I’m kinda high but I hold it all together like a paper clip
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| I made another drink, Future playing again
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| Heard that Molly Percocet joint banging again
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| Sat around the table chilling for like 2 or 3 hours
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| 'Til the bottles ran dry and the food was devoured
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| I checked my phone around 1 in the morning, the time was soaring
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| And noticed that I had gotten a text that said «I'm horny»
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| From this chick I want to smash since last summer
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| Checked my pocket, I was down to my last rubber, that’s perfect
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| Couple homies dipped, another sleep on the couch
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| Told Kyle I was dipping, grabbed my keys and I’m out
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| He asked if I was straight to drive, said «You freaking me out»
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| «Chill dawg, yeah I’m fine man, you freaking me out»
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| Pussy on my mind, girl I’m thinking 'bout you
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| Let my car warm up for a minute or two
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| I been thinking 'bout the things that I’m itching to do
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| And ain’t a single person stopping me from getting to you
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| I said «I'm coming» and she made a joke
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| It gave me hope that she’ll do everything that she’s saying yo
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| I’m 20 minutes out, I can’t reverse the mission
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| And truthfully I am a little drunk but I’ve driven under worse conditions
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| 35 miles the whole time
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| 'Cause I don’t need no cops stopping me at the goal line
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| And I don’t need a «Dewey» dawg 'cause I don’t got no money for that
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| Fuck, I barely even got enough money for gas
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| She texted «How close baby?»
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| «Oh it’s funny you ask
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| I’m 'bout 10 minutes out and I’ma bust in that ass»
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| This what happens when you stick to the plan dawg
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| Know these back roads like the back of my hand dawg
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| I blinked for just a second, shit that really came up quicker than expected
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| Saw some lights and didn’t fucking realize the road was bending
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| I opened up my eyes, I’m alive, doctors looking surprised
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| With no major issues, it’s a miracle you’re alright
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| I thank God or my guardian angel
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| Who used his halo to save me from something fatal
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| I’m eternally grateful
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| Then he got a little lower, looked me right in my eyes
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| Said «You hit some other people and they didn’t survive
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| You killed a mother and her baby, the daughter was 5»
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| That was 'bout the moment I was wishing I died |