[Chorus: L.C.]
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
[Verse 1: Devin the Dude]
I know I just left your crib
But, I'm about to make the block and come back
It's too hot over here, matter of fact
Police behind me right now and sh**!
I'm kinda' bent
I'm glad I got tint
Damn! I hope they don't try to tow my sh**!
I should've chilled, though
No, them patron shots
See, I drink Crown Royal
That's my drink!
Know what I'm talkin' about?
But, nevertheless, I gotta' stay between the lines
'Cause if I trip, then I dip
Then if I swerve one more time
They gonna be...
[Bridge: Devin the Dude]
On my a**
Like white on rice
Like sh** on gra**
So I grab what I have and stash it
I got the time for no hara**ment
(I can't make it home)
[Interlude: Devin the Dude]
Aww, sh**!
Aww, damn, baby, I'm gonna have to call you back
Yeah, they're pullin' me over
(Excuse me, sir - you sober?)
[Chorus: L.C.]
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
Yeah, they got me
He tried to pull me
Out the car, I had to resist
He almost shot me
But, I'm cool
He found a blunt, it wasn't burnin'
But he smelled it and he checked it
I had a warrant in East Texas
So I was cuffed and stuffed
In the back of the car
He didn't report the cigar
I guess he thought I was a star
But we drove real far
Fo' about six hours
I really had to piss, my wrist no longer had power
Couldn't even take a shower
Surrounded by n***as
I'll only be there a couple of hours, I figured
As far as the weed, I think he kept it and he smoked it
But he got me on a DUI and I'm on some broke sh**
[Interlude: Devin the Dude]
So I'm a need you to go down to the bail bondsman, y'know
And try to come up with a few funds
And hurry up and run down here
And get me outta this one!
Hello?
[Chorus: L.C.]
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
...
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... I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot...