[Verse 1]

Bound 2, blarin' as he snooze

Round 2 blues so I ground greens and pack two

Shoot, this soul assumed to burn, too

So I get into the spirit by sneaking a little booze

Choose this loose sweater over button-up

Blue glossed over eyes, red tint, the real cover up

Rust covered Buick pulling up to her parking lot

Puked out the door, guess I’m still a little fucked up

One in the morn and I’m pretty glad I letcha

Sneak into my room, this brunette’s a little better

And I’m fed up, man, I missed my last chance

So I’m asking for her thighs to curl around my hand

And then.. Damn, sorry, I have an obligation

To these bros, the show blown, go without saying

I know you fell for a load, what I’m saying

It’s a damn shame, you an angel but I’m Satan

Yea, I’m running out of words

And yea, I’m tired of this curse

And I’m tired of this world, and I’m tired of this hurt

So I’m kinda getting tired, so this bed is my first

Priority for the nights like these

She crossing her knees on my cross knit sleeves

Bed peace, linen sheets, let it be

Alright, bust a nut and then I’m up and I leave

Sorry holmes, I've been a little truant

Still unexcused but make room for the student

Throwin' double deuces, never to my nuance

Born sinner, huh, shame I wasn't born stupid

Yea, shame I wasn't born stupid

Or else I’d be faded on this couch looking’ Buddhist

Wait, who it, if I'm it, let’s do it

A little sip of goodie got this newbie feeling loopy

Hah, but now it’s out the door

Blood's on the porch cause they loco like a four

My bro try to pour another shot for your boy

We only got Skol, hah, fuck bein' poor

So, I drowned 'bout four x2

The night got dark, the rain still pours and

The sky drew me in with the lights and the noise

[Outro]

Girl: “Aye, we’re about to smoke. You comin'?”