[Chorus (Extended): Trials]

Oh, wake up time to work

You're like "No! Fuck that, fire me first"

For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems

Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em

Oh, wake up time to work

You're like "No! Fuck that, fire me first"

For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems

Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em

Oh, you're thinking 'bout giving it up

You're like no, it's the hangover, it's the hangover

It's the hangover "Every [?]—

Every [?] the hangover and the headache seem harder"

[Verse 1: Trials]

(Check

One, two, uh, yo)

Yo, my head hurts from a nine to five desk clerk

Who's super drunk in a technicoloured sweatshirt

Last night's dinner, my liver love liquor

Like a big tipper, like a stripper, like a stick figure

(Oh) Fuck a rehab, I'd only relapse

I don't need jack shit, I only need Jack's

Spilling my drink like Hansel Gretel breadcrumbs

Find my way back to the bar when I'm dead drunk

Pop the lid off a bottle of sud

Like a thief in the night, pop the lock off a trunk

Me and Jono in the city, coppers locking us up

Don't know what to do like, keep blowing off like were junk

And, just like that, what was once a night cap

Turned into the last scene of Empire Strikes Back

Head in the clouds, while you were settling down

I was out settling debts in a cold sweat feeling like

[Chorus: Trials]

Oh, wake up time to work

You're like "No! Fuck that, fire me first"

For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems

Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em

Oh, you're thinking 'bout giving it up

You're like no, it's the hangover, it's the hangover

It's the hangover "Every [?]—

Every [?] the hangover and the headache seem harder"

[Verse 2: Sesta]

Yeah, yeah

You tell 'em that you're giving it up

But you're like no, grinnin' while they're filling you up

You only feel it when get no feeling, even it up

With every other demon inside, you feed 'em and run

Or do you, cut your losses or ritzy rich offers

'N shit you need without risks

You're spilling a drip, but he called you a bitch, blew your buzz, huh?

Bet he gonna pay later when the club's shut

Now it's a mean to an ends, you need to ring all your friends

And meet 'em in the back in need of revenge

But he a BC, and you a dumb fuck

He outsmarted you, better run, son

You better jump in the car before they bury you

But you ain't get very far, and hit someone in the dark now

You're a literal criminal

Oh, there go the lights, no control, headed for the pole

[Chorus: Trials]

Oh, wake up time to work

You're like "No! Fuck that, fire me first"

For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems

Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em

Oh, you're thinking 'bout giving it up

You're like no, it's the hangover, it's the hangover

It's the hangover "Every [?]—

Every [?] the hangover and the headache seem harder"

[Verse 3: Hons]

Man, I hate the hangover

See this rash that I got is the reason to use the wang sober

I drink till it's lights out on the night out

My head hit the tiles I'm throwing out losing pie gow

Send me to rehab with Winehouse

I could get down with this chick but not down with her shtick

So I guess that I'll stick to hitting the hard liquor

Never met my real dad, Jack Daniels my father figure

I drink till I'm past bitter

It don't take away the pain, it just cover it up, like a masked figure

So I Jaeger till I feel like Superman

Underwear on the outside, stumbling south side

Back to my mum's in that Haggum hood

Feeling like damaged goods, head splitting like an atom should

On the grass till I'm spewing up bread

To jump on the wagon and then do it again like

[Chorus: Trials]

Oh, wake up time to work

You're like "No! Fuck that, fire me first"

For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems

Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em

Oh, you're thinking 'bout giving it up

You're like no, it's the hangover, it's the hangover

It's the hangover "Every [?]—

Every [?] the hangover and the headache seem harder"