Drunk at Prom (Short Version)

Black Vodka on me, that's the first time I've had booze
Prom in two hours, 15 though, it's taboo
Fuck taboo, this shit illegal
But I'm feeling fly like an eagle
White prom vest, I'm investing in the process
White problems, late to the pre-prom 'fest
Quite a process but I do get to the spot, yes
Blackberry vodka bottles
There's two and only 8 people on set
But half of them ain't tryna drink so we split by the four
Drink like half a bottle
(have you ever drunk before?)
No
Oh
Shit, we gotta go
Late to the party, feet stepping on the floor
And the brain kinda foggy, knees getting kinda warm
Waves in the body, I'm big-stepping on the shore
Then we get to the door, was there more to the verse?

Shit, I'm drunk (drunk)
Eyes faded
This feeling kinda underrated, woah
Yeah, I'm drunk (sheesh)
Yeah, I'm drunk (oh shit)
Oh, shit, Michael Jordan I'mma
I'mma

I'mma dunk on this party jumping on my friend's back, yeehaw
Then I open up a little like a peacock
You important to me, I go tell him with the weak spot
Try to fake appearances but the adults still shocked (oh my God)
Take the photos (click, click)
It's a disaster
Lips blacker than my black slacks, yeah
Heart beating faster than the Nascar
Gotta move it like it's Madagascar
I'm taking selfies with people that I don't know (don't know)
A few strangers fuming like a tractor
My ex's best friend seeming low-low
Kinda feeling, I wanna go attract her
But that's a no-no
My homie back with her, so I don't go
We just say hi, boy I'm laughing too much
And someone touched someone else's abs,
I don't remember who
Maybe it was her, maybe me, maybe you
Then the gang all grouping up on in the bathroom
Wait a minute wtf there's two genders here
Wait, am I in the wrong one or the right one or the wrong one or the boys or...)
I step out and I see another homie
He said drink some water and go pee for like an hour straight
He took care of me, he was the only one
Without him I'd have vomited for sure, woah
Then we dancing on the dance floor
Okay now I feel my legs sore
None of that romantic cliché music
Not gon' lie, I was kinda scared about it but excited for
I don't even love anyone, but it's a moment
That you kinda treasure, it was stolen
Modern ass music, no emotions
I go out in the open and get some air

Cuz I'm drunk
Eyes faded
This feeling kinda overrated
Oh, fuck
I'm drunk
Oh shit, Michael Jordan I'mma dunk



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Writer(s): Pedro Batista
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