[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]