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Woke up this morning, don't remember much |
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Just blank memory, hope I didn't fuck up too much |
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My shirts ripped and my glasses are bent |
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Started out with a fifty, now I only got 50 cents left |
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My mind's in a state of distress |
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Sometimes the bottle gets in the way of progress |
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Blind eye to the nights proceedings |
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Phone # written on my hand, someone I don't remember meeting |
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Pounding in my head, empty feeling |
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Take a hit from the spliff before I even start to dealing |
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But I'm still standing, after all 10 rounds |
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It was me or the bottle, someone had to get knocked out |
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I hung around until I got hungover |
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Then I crashed out in cultifornia |
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I'm slowing down so the bottle can catch up |
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I may be lazy but I know what's up |
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It's just clothes and bottles on the floor |
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Keys hanging from the lock in the open front door |
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Day is dawning but the sun's too bright for me |
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Hazy memory of some fuck trying to fight me |
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Or was that me trying fight him? |
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It don't matter that shit's last nights problem |
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Girlfriend still passed out on the bed |
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Stars in my eyes, pounding in my head, I hit the streets |
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Looking for salvation, instead I just get |
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An exchange of misinformation |
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Don't expect a thing to get handed to me |
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But sometimes you gotta shut your brain down to keep your sanity |
