[Verse 1]
Bound 2, blarin' as he snooze
Round 2 blues so I ground greens and pack two
Shoot, this soul a**umed to burn, too
So I get into the spirit by sneaking a little booze
Choose this loose sweater over bu*ton-up
Blue glossed over eyes, red tint, the real cover up
Rust covered Buick pulling up to her parking lot
Puked out the door, guess I'm still a little f**ed up
One in the morn and I'm pretty glad I letcha
Sneak into my room, this brunette's a little better
And I'm fed up, man, I missed my last chance
So I'm asking for her thighs to curl around my hand
And then.. Damn, sorry, I have an obligation
To these bros, the show blown, go without saying
I know you fell for a load, what I'm saying
It's a damn shame, you an angel but I'm Satan
Yea, I'm running out of words
And yea, I'm tired of this curse
And I'm tired of this world, and I'm tired of this hurt
So I'm kinda getting tired, so this bed is my first
Priority for the nights like these
She crossing her knees on my cross knit sleeves
Bed peace, linen sheets, let it be
Alright, bust a nut and then I'm up and I leave
Sorry holmes, I've been a little truant
Still unexcused but make room for the student
Throwin' double deuces, never to my nuance
Born sinner, huh, shame I wasn't born stupid
Yea, shame I wasn't born stupid
Or else I'd be faded on this couch looking' Buddhist
Wait, who it, if I'm it, let's do it
A little sip of goodie got this newbie feeling loopy
Hah, but now it's out the door
Blood's on the porch cause they loco like a four
My bro try to pour another shot for your boy
We only got Skol, hah, f** bein' poor
So, I drowned 'bout four x2
The night got dark, the rain still pours and
The sky drew me in with the lights and the noise
[Outro]
Girl: “Aye, we're about to smoke. You comin'?”