Trials - The Hangover lyrics

[Chorus:] (Oh) Wake up time to work, you're like, (No) f** that fire me first For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh) Wake up time to work, you're like, (No) f** that fire me first For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh) You're thinkin' 'bout givin' it up you're like, (No) It's the hangover, it's the hangover, it's the hangover [Verse 1: Trials] (Check, one, two, uh, yo,) Yo, my head hurts from a nine to five desk clerk Super drunk in a technicoloured sweatshirt Last night's dinner, my liver love liquor, like a big tipper Like a stripper, like a stick figure (Oh), f** the rehab, I'd only relapse, I don't need jack sh** I only need jacks, spillin' my drink like Hansel with her breadcrumbs Find my way back to the bar when I'm dead drunk Pop the lid off a bottle of sud, like a thief in the night pop the lock off a truck Me and Don are in the city, coppers locking us up Don't know what to do, like, keep blowing off like were junk And just like that! What was once a night cap, turned into the last scene of the empire strikes back Head in the clouds, while you were settlin down I was out settlin debts in a cold sweat feeling like [Chorus:] (Oh) Wake up time to work, you're like, (No) f** that fire me first For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh) Wake up time to work, you're like, (No) f** that fire me first For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh) You're thinkin' 'bout givin' it up you're like, (No) It's the hangover, it's the hangover, it's the hangover [Verse 2: Sesta] (Yeah, yeah) You tell 'em that you're givin' it up But you're like, (No) Boo them while they're feeling you up You only feel it when get no feeling, even it up With every other demon inside, you feed em and run Or do you, cut your losses or richy rich offers 'N sh** sh** you need without risks Your spilling a drip, but he called you a b**h blew your buzz huh? Bet he gonna pay later when the clubs shut Now it's a mean or an ends, you need to ring all your friends And meet 'em in the back in need of revenge But he a BC, and you a dumb f**, he out smarted you, better run son You better jump in the car before they bury you But you ain't get very far, and hit someone in the dark now You admittable criminal Oh, there go the lights no control headed for the pole [Chorus:] (Oh) Wake up time to work, you're like, (No) f** that fire me first For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh) Wake up time to work, you're like, (No) f** that fire me first For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh) You're thinkin' 'bout givin' it up you're like, (No) It's the hangover, it's the hangover, it's the hangover [Verse 3: Hons) Man I hate the hang over See this rash that I got is the reason to use the wang sober I drink 'till it's lights out on the night out My head hit the tiles i'm throwin out losing pie gow Send me to rehab with winehouse i'll be get down with this chick but not down with her shtick (clique?) So I guess that I'm stickin' to hittin' the hard liqour Never met my real dad, Jack Daniels my father figure I drink 'till I'm past bitter It don't take away the pain, it just cover it up, like a masked figure So I Jaeger till I feel like superman Underwear on the outside, Stumblin' south side Back to my Mom's in that Hackemhood Feelin' like damaged goods, head splitin' like an atom should On the gra** 'till I'm spewin' up bread To jump on the wagon, then I do it again like [Chorus:] (Oh) Wake up time to work, you're like, (No) f** that fire me first For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh) Wake up time to work, you're like, (No) f** that fire me first For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh) You're thinkin' 'bout givin' it up you're like, (No) It's the hangover, it's the hangover, it's the hangover