Blackout
I feel a little bit tipsy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready to blackout? (Yeah)
Step in the room, we ain't doing no back out (Nope)
Bitch got the money, she pulling her racks out (Pull 'em out)
Staying up all night like we doing a stakeout (Oh yeah)
Take a few orders, yeah, we doing takeout (Hey, sober up, buddy)
Losing his mind, that boy is baked out (Puff, puff)
Catch these hands, coming in with the fake out
Sins are flowing in your vein, veins
Sins are showing, brings you pain, pain
Maybe fun now, worry drain, drains
Too many sins, it warps your brain, brain, brain
Jungle juice may get you loose
An extra boost, all for what?
Get some shrooms to lift the mood
What does it do? Nothing much
Feeling loosey goosey
Where's the koozie? This a doozy
I'm sober all day, but not every night-ight
(Roll your, roll your, roll your, roll your)
Roll your dice and pay the price
I see the lights, hide the booze
Pick your card, you can't discard
You go to jail, sucks for you
Boulevard, we leave the car
The evidence, oh, it's charred
Mental scars, not behind bars
Now on the run, yes, we are
Where do we go? (Bitch, I don't know)
(I lost my phone back on the road)
Do we get a tow? It's starting to snow
(This a new low, it's starting to blow)
(What the fuck)
C'mon, pick up (This fucking sucks)
Pick up (C'mon, this sucks, man)
(We need a tow)
Hello (We need a tow)
Hello, what you tryna say? (Hello, we need a tow)
What you tryna say?
What you tryna say? (We need a tow, man)
What you tryna say? (C'mon, we need a tow)
I don't speak drunkinese, bitch
What you tryna say? (Fuck, fuck you)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready to blackout? (Yeah)
Step in the room, we ain't doing no back out (Nope)
Bitch got the money, she pulling her racks out (Pull 'em out)
Staying up all night like we doing a stakeout (Oh yeah)
Take a few orders, yeah, we doing takeout (Hey, sober up, buddy)
Losing his mind, that boy is baked out (Puff, puff)
Catch these hands, coming in with the fake out
Sins are flowing in your vein, veins
Sins are showing, brings you pain, pain
Maybe fun now, worry drain, drains
Too many sins, it warps your brain, brain, brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready to blackout? (Yeah)
Step in the room, we ain't doing no back out (Nope)
Bitch got the money, she pulling her racks out (Pull 'em out)
Staying up all night like we doing a stakeout (Oh yeah)
Take a few orders, yeah, we doing takeout (Hey, sober up, buddy)
Losing his mind, that boy is baked out (Puff, puff)
Catch these hands, coming in with the fake out
Sins are flowing in your vein, veins
Sins are showing, brings you pain, pain
Maybe fun now, worry drain, drains
Too many sins, it warps your brain, brain, brain
Jungle juice may get you loose
An extra boost, all for what?
Get some shrooms to lift the mood
What does it do? Nothing much
Feeling loosey goosey
Where's the koozie? This a doozy
I'm sober all day, but not every night-ight
(Roll your, roll your, roll your, roll your)
Roll your dice and pay the price
I see the lights, hide the booze
Pick your card, you can't discard
You go to jail, sucks for you
Boulevard, we leave the car
The evidence, oh, it's charred
Mental scars, not behind bars
Now on the run, yes, we are
Where do we go? (Bitch, I don't know)
(I lost my phone back on the road)
Do we get a tow? It's starting to snow
(This a new low, it's starting to blow)
(What the fuck)
C'mon, pick up (This fucking sucks)
Pick up (C'mon, this sucks, man)
(We need a tow)
Hello (We need a tow)
Hello, what you tryna say? (Hello, we need a tow)
What you tryna say?
What you tryna say? (We need a tow, man)
What you tryna say? (C'mon, we need a tow)
I don't speak drunkinese, bitch
What you tryna say? (Fuck, fuck you)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready? (You ready?)
You ready to blackout? (Yeah)
Step in the room, we ain't doing no back out (Nope)
Bitch got the money, she pulling her racks out (Pull 'em out)
Staying up all night like we doing a stakeout (Oh yeah)
Take a few orders, yeah, we doing takeout (Hey, sober up, buddy)
Losing his mind, that boy is baked out (Puff, puff)
Catch these hands, coming in with the fake out
Sins are flowing in your vein, veins
Sins are showing, brings you pain, pain
Maybe fun now, worry drain, drains
Too many sins, it warps your brain, brain, brain
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