Drunk Again

Turn left onto North La Brea Avenue
Woke up to some messages
Was a text from one of my niggas
Askin' me what's the move this evening?
I really didn't have much in mind
So what you think?
Is it a turn up or getting some food thing?
Cause last night was crazy
I don't know if I got it in me
I'm still drunk
Tori's sleeping
Rolled out of bed and the faucet's leaking
If you know what I mean
So wake up and turn it around
Then you're coming and leaving
Respectfully
Didn't you have something to do?
She said oh my God, Malibu
I'm so sorry, I gotta go
I said baby, I'm not even mad at you
You got me off so you know I got gratitude
My nigga picked me up in the Challenger
That's the move
Still drunk from the Jack last night
We out, tryna see what's going on for tonight
Pulled up up in Whitley Heights
We feelin' right
Shit's mellow, Violet and gold
French Art Deco, you know that money's old
The person throwing the party just got nominated
But we ain't tryna clout chase
So we ain't gon name 'em
Funny runnin' into Ashley from part one
Mutual friends with Lauren
At least that's where she got her car from
Pardon, shorty hotter than arson
Let me get you a drink
Pour you that Larceny
So she follow me to the kitchen
Lauren wasn't even mentioned
She like what you doin' these days?
I'm just tryna behave
Meanwhile these chicks bussin' like a field trip
Aye, these chicks bussin' like a field trip
Aye, these chicks bussin' like a field trip
Aye, these chicks bussin' like a field trip
TMI, I didn't tell her
But you know that's on some real shit
Little does she know she about to be next
Work phone goin' off, she responds to the text
Blew a kiss when she dipped out
What I miss out?
Soon as I get that thought
Niggas goin' wild
Sayin' the cops here and they shuttin' it down
Runnin' out to the street
Tryna see where we parked
Fast lane, plantain
Yeah we peelin' it out
Whip down to Hollywood, then make a right
See The Roosevelt to the left with the purple lights
It's the summer at Tropicana
Women under cabanas
Bikinis, booties and titties on city nights
That shit was tight
Was good vibes and good drinks
New York Sour
Poolside and ladies all in my view
Needless to say the energy there was cool
Peepin' the scene to spot anyone that I knew
I saw a rose tattoo on a dump truck
It looked familiar but I didn't really bother
She turned around
It was Shauna
She drink her Plan B down with a White Claw
Drinkin' her Plan B down with a White Claw
Drinkin' her Plan B down with a White Claw
Drinkin' her Plan B down with a White Claw
No Jane but she's a chick that I'm Fonda
So we had a sidebar
She sippin' the same drink
She feelin' trashy
Like the shorts that say Pink
She was kissin' all on a nigga
She taste sweet
Her hands makin' trips
In and out of the front of my jeans
You know what I mean
Whoop Whoop
Fire alarm
God damn, I was just about to get to the cream
No Wu Tang, Shauna's friends burst on the scene
That's the US cockblock varsity team
Two bad chicks, mad he gotta get up and leave
We both took L's on this one
It's feelin' like this Hollywood night is a mission
Now we waitin' on the valet
Shauna blowin' me up
I told her we goin' to eat 'round the way
Wish that she could come
But she gotta wake early
To drop a friend off who was leavin' LA
Chicken and drinks
Talkin' 'bout all the bullshit we seen today
The cops, fire marshall and cock blocks
And somehow we still end the night
It was top notch
Now we whippin' back up La Brea
Notification from Shauna
She beggin' me to hit it next week
You know Imma clap the cheeks
But tonight Imma chill
Drunk again but I think I like how it feel
Brown liquor runnin' through my veins
I'm drunk again
Drunk again
Drunk
Cool Violet flowin' through my brain
I'm drunk again
Drunk again
Drunk
Ooh
Mah mah mah mah mah mah maugh
Mah mah mah mah maugh