Enpsychopete - Garnier lyrics

[Verse 1] Last night I drank too much Again I stayed late, watched Clips on YouTube, videos, all night It's why in the morning bed hold me so tight Get to work for 7:00, 6:69 - close enough sh**'s too real, f** it, go for puff Phones ringing, people want something from me b**h f** off, f**ing blow me What happened - boy in darkness called for guidance Fell like k**ing him for disturbing the sound of silence What? Don't know how to get where? - Oh the stupid questions 21st century - still call me for directions Like if google didn't do selfies at all of intersections Yes, that means you're stupid - no objections Ok, b**h, slow down, can't speak gibberish Or whatever language you're communicating with ET phone home, motherf**er, stand on the gra** Put finger in the sky and then shove it up your a** Make the moment last [Verse 2] People in gla** houses shouldn't be throwing stones Or people at gla** farms shouldn't be s**ing on rib bones Shout at Sir Paul who found Jesus in green Or St. Peter at the gates, in love with them weeds Legalize weed - sure whatever, I don't give a dime Can you legalize and not sh** on booze at the same time? St. Peter, guess I ain't going through that heaven door My bimmer's big 740 v8 4.4 And i step on that b**h I got that power, it's got that screech Get me out of Jane and Finch Straight face, ac cool, no twitch Look at me, lanes switch Just saying, ain't a sales pitch You still in that civic, muffler big as your mammas a** Sound's all that happens when stepping on the gas Gas gra** or a** - nobody rides for free Wifey's buying gas - 100th problem for me Went to sleep - yet again - nothing to see [Verse 3] Babe you're all that matters to me Salute, Call me marshal, be A singer - was who I wanted to be Well, I tried, went for the summer sound It's like they invented tape with C side Not really though, wanted to be a writer, oh well You know, Blogger happened, now everyone's an Orwell It's like when one Hamster in England wanted his rims black And now alloys in the garage waiting for noughts to come back For Xzibit to pimp them up on the street again In them red lights, mood set up for ATM She ain't like that, sure buddy, but I'll give a pound That she'll be all on that nasty stuff when you're not around Summer poppin', beat droppin', her heels knockin' Man all she cares about is some no neighbour volume on f**in' sh**, b**hes be crazy on some alcohol Choking on that dick like it's 2 am – last call