I hung around until I got hungover Then I crashed out in cultifornia I'm slowing down, so the bottle can catch up I might be lazy, but I know what's up I woke up this morning, don't remember much Just blank memory, hope I didn't f** up too much My shirts ripped and my gla**es are bent Started out with a fifty now I only got 50 cents left My mind's in a state of distress Sometimes the bottle gets in the way of progress Blind eye to the nights proceedings Phone number written on my hand, someone I don't remember meeting Pounding in my head, empty feeling Take a hit from the spliff before I even start dealing Still standing, after all 10 rounds It was me or the bottle, someone had to get knocked out I hung around until I got hungover Then I crashed out in cultifornia I'm slowing down, so the bottle can catch up
I might be lazy, but I know what's up Its just clothes and bottles on the floor Keys hanging from the lock on the open front door Day is dawning, but the sun's too bright for me Hazy memory of some f** trying to fight me Or was that me trying fight him? That sh** don't matter, that was last night's problem Girlfriend - still pa**ed out on the bed Stars in my eyes, pounding in my head, I hit the streets Just looking for salvation, instead I just get an exchange of misinformation Don't expect a thing to get handed to me But sometimes you gotta shut your brain down to keep your sanity I hung around until I got hungover Then I crashed out in cultifornia I'm slowing down, so the bottle can catch up I might be lazy, but I know what's up I might be lazy, but I know what's up