[Verse One] [Ide]:
But still I find my way, next day
Pray to porcelain gods
Who let's me press play, hung over, over hung
Plus not a sober lung
Let's say, roulette with this older gun
Hold it up, take a spin
I swear I'll never take a sip again
But still did my friend
The dog that bit me, no longer wit' me
But still tipsy, no end to this city
Urban b**hes, they burnin' bridges
We're urban, tough and vicious
I find myself at home
Religious, the way we swig fists
Made rich, douche bag sh**
Shout to Menny
Rhymes with Henny
We pound down to the empty
Gettin' loose, now sick Juice
Before your equilibrium begin to spin
You'll be disgusted by the sounds I make in public
[Chorus] [Respect Tha God]:
For f** sake bow down or get found drown, you p**y
Yolk, you done spit one twos across the city
Stumble as we struggle to walk these blocks
Grab my bottle and an ox man I'll off your top
For f** sake bow down or get found drown, you p**y
Yolk, you done spit one twos across the city
Stumble as we struggle to walk these blocks
Grab my bottle and an ox man I'll off your top
[Verse Two] [Alucard]:
Naturally I become sober
Slumped in some corner
In pool of my own puke, hung over
Temporarily off, memory lost when I woke up sick
Can't remember sh**, what a dick
I need my friend to tell me what I did
I asked him bro
Why even try cause them motherf**ers were more wasted then I was
They probably still drunk or with a slight buzz
Goin' somewhere to get high and just ?
I try to recall but not deliver
The whole experience?
Pssst, gone forever
Pour some Hennessy in this cup
If there isn't any more I might need to erupt
I'm 'bout to fall but this wall is keepin' me up
I started gettin' drunk at the bar
Takin' shots off of broads
All my drunken nights are often odd
They all end with the Boston God
[Chorus] [Respect Tha God]:
For f** sake, for f** sake, for f** sake
For f** sake bow down or get found drown, you p**y
Yolk, you done spit one two across the city
Stumble as we struggle to walk these blocks
Grab my bottle all and an ox man I'll off your top
For f** sake bow down or get found drown, you p**y
Yolk, you done spit one two across the city
Stumble as we struggle to walk these blocks
Grab my bottle and an ox man I'll off your top