[Hook] I wanna be drunk when I wake up On the right side of the wrong bed And every excuse I made up Tell you the truth-truth-truth I hate I wanna be drunk when I wake up (X3) Tell you the truth-truth-truth I hate [Verse 1: Mod Sun] Yeah, just when the room stop spinnin' Huey came through with the drinks and the women Mike hit my phone, said it's time for us to get it So just like that, we 'bout to snap, no fitted You know how we living, no f**s given Tonight's on me, my hippy you ain't got it trippin' Fourty ounce grippin', seein' double vision Makin' up for the thirteen years of prohibition Let me go back in, uh, yeah And this ain't Aquafina, bro this is fire water It's got me doin' things that I never thought of Like searchin' for the message at the bottom of another bottle Cause if I don't sleep, that means no hangover tomorrow And I know, I should just stick to marijuana But I can't lie, sometimes I just really wanna... [Hook] [Verse 2: Huey Mack] I just wanna get drunk and make a few mistakes And probably not even end up at my place First I'll hotbox with Mod Sun at a carwash Then I'll probably watch Mike pa** out after only two shots SIFP, yeah I'm always living I keep living like these b**hes at my shows They just want to f** me But it kinda happens every time And they always fine And yes I, I wanna be drunk when I wake up Grab a couple of biddies and we'll get baked up Yeah, and you know they probably centerfolds Pour a gla**, watch 'em go down like dominos And I don't even know where I'm a go Drinking more Ciroc than a Rick Ross video And I don't know where I'll wake up I just wanna get drunk and see where the night take us [Interlude: Mike Stud] Uh, yeah so I'm actually gonna Record this f**ing verse In the hotel room Yeah buddy, swag [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike Stud] This is for my jocks and the hipsters Them chill shots and mixers Cause we just wanna party Have a little fun and no I'm not sorry Cause I been drinking But you knew that though It's just me, Mod, and Huey on that new rap flow And we do it for the kids who f**ing relate to it Cause we be just like you if we didn't make music Uh, uh, uh, real sh**, uh, uh, uh Okay, I'm on a plane getting weird I'm sorry what did you say? I didn't hear it, I beg your pardon I'm just too busy not giving a f** They always tried to bring you down when you living it up But everybody wanna shoot the score But don't lose your happiness on the pursuit for more [Hook]