[Verse 1]
Some people wake up late, I wake up mad late
All the time hung over. It's a sad state
I love liquor. She's my b**h and her a** great
But I don't remember anything from our last date
I wipe the sleep from my eyes and I peep my phone
20 texts, 30 calls, just leave me alone
My head pounding like crazy. I need some Patrón
That's the hair of the dog. God need a bone
Kiss my mama on the cheek. She look beautiful
(Vinnie, you're a mess. What I'm gonna do with you?)
I know you cooking something
(Yeah, I made some food for you
Manicotti, braciole, and some prosciutto too)
I told you wild times, ma. I don't f** with pork
Please pa** the Locatelli and a bunch of salt
The phone ring. It's the police, but who would've thought
This motherf**in' pig tellin' me I'm due in court
[Hook]
Every time that I feel this sh** is goin' my way
Something come along and f** up my day
I had a rhyme in my mind. Now there's nothing to say
And cousin, that just f**ed up my day
Driving down the block. Someone cut in my way
That sh** went and f**ed up my day
Rap critics, they always got something to say
I would never let that f** up my day
[Verse 2]
I don't know where the f** I'm at today
I drank a couple of bottles. I guess I have to pay
This b**h laying next to me, she look like Ca**ius Clay
Gotta get outta here before she ask me to stay
I don't know how I got here in the first place
She had a bangin' body but she had the worst face
I guess I act like an animal. I deserve hate
She must've lured me in with white like she was third base
It ain't hard to convince me to do some dumb sh**
Especially when I'm on that get high and drunk sh**
That's why Vinnie always end up with a dumb b**h
The only thing I'm never on is on some punk sh**
I'm on the other side of town and I'm walkin' dolo
Panerai watch, Gucci kicks, lots of Polo
Goons ran up on a kid, put the gat to my dome
I was caught slippin'. I left the ratchet at home
[Hook]