Drunk Gentleman

Wake up, next to a god made of porcelain, drink still my hand, yeah I did this shit again

I'm ready for a hit, yeah I'm ready for a hit and a piss

The party at a 10 can't remember where I am, tryna think harder

To remember what we did

My eyes I roll em open, my phone is broken

Plug it in, take a piss, hit a clean mouth swish

Don't know who's house we in, but I'm bout to raid the fridge, creative sumbitch, even

more when I'm fed

Smile on my face, waking up with my folks, ladies love those Terrestrial Soulz

Remove the negative, let the protons glow, we some happy motherfuckers, not even tryna gloat

Probably chilling with the birds, writing lyrics, blowing O's so high that we stuck

Up in vertigo