That Guy
I woke up this morning, and I'm still wasted
I don't remember throwing up, but I can still taste it
Checking out my phone, my background has been changed
Some girl I don't even know, and she looks twice my age
Something on my shirt, and a cut on my head
My wallet is empty from the money I forgot I spent last night
It's safe to say, that I was that guy
Started off with a shot, and a game of beer pong
Five games later, my bottle it was gone
Stumbling around the party like I owned the place
Then I tripped over nothing and fell on my face
Someone picked me up, who could it be
Some skinhead motherfucker that's pissed I spilled his drink
Started talking shit but I was way too drunk to fight
Fuck yeah, I was that guy last night
Eyes are red, it could be from anything
That fist I took to the face, or the bong rips I've been taking
Underwear slowly crawling down my leg
Dirty looks from friends standing around the keg
They cut me off, they said it's my time
But my second wind is kicking in so I hope they won't mind
I don't wanna spend my life standing in line
Oh yeah, I'd rather be that guy
I made an ass of myself for the last time tonight
When the hangover's over I will happily press rewind
I need another beer to recall the night before
It's kinda hard to sober up when you can't find the door
I don't remember throwing up, but I can still taste it
Checking out my phone, my background has been changed
Some girl I don't even know, and she looks twice my age
Something on my shirt, and a cut on my head
My wallet is empty from the money I forgot I spent last night
It's safe to say, that I was that guy
Started off with a shot, and a game of beer pong
Five games later, my bottle it was gone
Stumbling around the party like I owned the place
Then I tripped over nothing and fell on my face
Someone picked me up, who could it be
Some skinhead motherfucker that's pissed I spilled his drink
Started talking shit but I was way too drunk to fight
Fuck yeah, I was that guy last night
Eyes are red, it could be from anything
That fist I took to the face, or the bong rips I've been taking
Underwear slowly crawling down my leg
Dirty looks from friends standing around the keg
They cut me off, they said it's my time
But my second wind is kicking in so I hope they won't mind
I don't wanna spend my life standing in line
Oh yeah, I'd rather be that guy
I made an ass of myself for the last time tonight
When the hangover's over I will happily press rewind
I need another beer to recall the night before
It's kinda hard to sober up when you can't find the door
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Writer(s): Ryan Huddleston
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