So Drunk Lyrics

I get so drunk and I go dumb

I get so drunk out of my mind

I get so drunk, yeah I know fun

I got so drunk, can I go home?

It's 4am and I'm drinkin' all alone

5am, got a bitch in prone bone

In my car, I don't think we got along

I'll tell you what, I won't hit you up tomorrow

6am and I'm drownin' in my sorrow

7am, I got a new bitch, another follow

It's 8am, feel like I'll die in the morning

9am and I'm dead

I'm not up early in the mornin', but I start drinkin' wit' my friends

Is it gon' be fun in the morning, yeah let's see what's in the fridge

I'm havin' a hard time when I wake up, more hungover than a bitch

I'm feelin' like shit, make it feel like heartbreak ain't bad

At first I prayed for you, now I hate you

Heartbreak can break you, oh that ain't cool

I hate the fake hoes, love the real hoes

Oh that's a rarity, hoe

They can't see, don't got clarity, no

You can see I don't show favoritism, no

This bitch has so many sides, a prism, oh

I need a bitch to show conservatism, yeah

I get so drunk and I go dumb

I get so drunk out of my mind

I get so drunk, yeah I know fun

I got so drunk, can I go home?

It's 4am and I'm drinkin' all alone

5am, got a bitch in prone bone

In my car, I don't think we got along

I'll tell you what, I won't hit you up tomorrow

Tomorrow came the next day, I hit you up that day

But I knew it wouldn't go my way, I figured it'd be that way

Maybe I'm fallin' in love again, it doesn't matter anyway

I need to fuck a bitch the next night to make me feel okay

Made her run it back with her lips, we on 50 Shades of Gray

I'm not foldin' in the sixth game, no Michael J

Call me a sandwich, like at Subway, I'm walkin' through the flames

This bitch think we're not a good match, I feel the same way

I feel like a Coast Guard carryin' it

I feel like a ghost when I'm with these bitches

Made that boy a poster the way these bullets pinnin' in 'em

They call me a toaster the way that I get lit up in it

They call me a coaster the way that I be rollin' in it

Hoes think I'm a rooster the way that they gon' choke my chicken

They think I'm Post Malone the way my music listens

They say I do the most when they me handlin' my business

I get so drunk and I go dumb

I get so drunk out of my mind

I get so drunk, yeah I know fun

I got so drunk, can I go home?

It's 4am and I'm drinkin' all alone

5am, got a bitch in prone bone

In my car, I don't think we got along

I'll tell you what, I won't hit you up tomorrow