Battle Roy - Cla**ic Male Pregame lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dicky] What's up, y'all? It's your boy LD A.K.A. The Original Pancake I'm going the f** out tonight [Verse 1: Lil Dicky] Off work, 'bout to get trashed Me and my crew all about to get a** Sam coming through with a bottle of the Cap Me and Dean 'bout to tube, Mark taking out the trash Clean up my room, b**hes 'bout to peep that Peeing, getting groomed, b**hes 'bout to eat that Dean shave my neck, thanks, man, I need that Read through my text, then I itch my kneecap Now I gotta play the game right with Liz Top prospect, met the other night through Tinder Eight o'clock so I think it's only right I hit her With a "what you got on tap for the night?", delivered While I wait Imma pick a shirt Ain't nobody wearing plaid so I claim it first Mark got a little sad cause his favorite shirt's plaid but f** him He knows I back off in a reverse Now I'm taking a shot and we drinking and popping a bottle And thinking of all the b**hes we gon' haul in Sam say I know a house party and it's popping Bet Imma cop some weird head, Dennis Rodman Oh, yeah, we plotting [Chorus: Nekisha-Michelle] This is a pregame It's a pregame A cla**ic male pregame Not a weekday (o, aaaa) So this is when we take (tam, taaa ram) Shots and we chasing alternate DJs (tam, taaa ram) And that we pray cause (this is a pregame) [Hook 1: Lil Dicky] And we all get drunk (It's a pregame, a cla**ic male pregame) And we get dressed up (Not a weekday, so this is when we take) And we all buy gum (Shots and we chasing alternate DJs) And we all gon' f** [Interlude: Lil Dicky] Aye, pour me another shot, God damn it I'm tryna get to a place where I can talk to these b**hes I got seven shots in me, three condoms on me and immeasurable hope [Verse 2: Lil Dicky] Ten O Clock, words getting slurred Another shot, Sam's tryna hurry Mark's not, says he isn't worried He ain't tryna spend hella bread at the clurb Call him out, "since when you using clurb, f*ggot" Mark pouts, something like a hurt rabbit Dean smiles, we been doing work Pretty turnt, think he blacked out Lil Dicky burp loud (burp) Peep phone, what the f**, she ain't text back Pretty close to considering a text back Spilling Coke on my shirt that's a red flag Now I gotta change, Mark knows put his best plaid on We debating the top ten in the NBA Disagreeing alot about Lamarcus A Shawshank Redemption popped on, attention all on Sam was like, "nah, the party called off" I already got a Lyft, I'm going out to a bar Then Mark pulled out a spliff, temptation very hard You know I couldn't resist, we blazing, now the car here [Chorus: Nekisha-Michelle] This is a pregame It's a pregame A cla**ic male pregame (can not, can not) Not a weekday (o, aaaa) So this is when we take (tam, taaa ram) Shots and we chasing alternate DJs (tam, taaa ram) And that we pray cause (This is a pregame) [Hook 2: Lil Dicky] And we get f**ed up (It's a pregame, a cla**ic male pregame) And we all feel rushed (Not a weekday, so this is when we take) And our plans fall through (Shots and we chasing alternate DJs) And we in bad moods [Interlude: Lil Dicky] Man, what time is it? 12:24? And the bars close at 2, lights on like 1:30 Let me just think for like a second [Verse 3: Lil Dicky] Sam like, "we gotta go, cause the car here" Mark like, "I don't know, what's the bar deal?" Dean like, "I'm on a roll in Guitar Hero" Dicky looking like he about to choke on his lamb gyro Sam looking let down, 'bout to go berserk Mark put his sweats on, now he rolling purp Dean blacked out, he ain't even on the earth I was like, "Sam, I was with it with my other shirt" Sam bounced, he's like, "f** it, I'm out" Me and Mark smoke a blunt, Dean stuck on the ground Text Liz, "what the f**?", even snuck in a frown I get the spins high and drunk, I throw up in the shower Now I'm jerking off inside a condom (I do that) I text my ex say, "I miss you often" (she knew that) Sam back, it's not even one yet, he a dumb mess He about to be a problem I ain't even tripping, I'm Tindering All of a sudden I'm blinking, I'm squinting It's saying it's six in the morning I'm stinking, I'm still in the same sh** from last night Got a text from Mark saying: "I ain't mad, but I know you'll clean the bath, right?" [Chorus: Nekisha-Michelle] This is a pregame (m mm m mm mmm) It's a pregame (masturbating in condoms) A cla**ic male pregame (can not, can not) Not a weekday (o, aaaa) So this is when we take (tam, taaa ram) Shots and we chasing alternate DJs (have a fab time) And that we pray cause (This is a pregame) [Hook 3: Lil Dicky] And we get too drunk (It's a pregame, a cla**ic male pregame) And we don't have fun (Not a weekday, so this is when we take) Then we eat too much (Shots and we chasing alternate DJs) And the next day s**s (And then we praise) [Outro] Like, we really just wake up and spend far too much time sh**ting... so, the whole process just feels flawed. Thank you for your time