[VERSE 1]

12 minutes past 6, the sun burns my eyes

I feel like shit; dunno why I'm outside

Woke up in the park, passed out on the slide

Pretty far from the crib, so I gotta catch a ride

Guess I'll hit up Joe cuz he'll prolly know

What I did last night. So I get up off the flo'

Shut my eyelids tight-- my head's about to blow;

It's so goddamn bright and my mind's dimmed low:

Another hangover. I've had lots of practice

Got a headache the size of Zach Galifinakis

Cellphone's dead, dunno where my contacts is

Can't charge the mobile: no cash, no plastic

But it's not so drastic, I head down the street

Looking for my memories in the concrete

I could really go for a green swisha sweet

So the next alley I reach I gotta be discreet

Cuz I meet the weedman, Tito, on the beat

And he's got remedies for 10 or 15

I owe him 25 to get a grip on the scene

Watching the smoke rise, wondering where I've been

[VERSE 2]

Now that I'm stoned and effectively faded

I'm hella ready to go to the home I shoulda stayed in

But Joe's pad's closer-- I've already made it

And Joe's got a story that's bound to be amazing

I got a couple bowls left so we're blazing

He's telling me how I showed up to the party:

Already raging; a handle of Bacardi

Hitting on fat chicks (flattering their bodies)

Downed a couple beers with the old-fashion shotty

It was cool. Apparently, I was doing fine

After three brews it was all a good time

Then somebody said Tequila and I said I got the lime

Six shots later I'm a Colt 45

Revolving and turning and spinning round the room

Had to chill with an L of some loud, like boom

Crossfaded on the couch, got stuck too soon

Cuz the cops come through and everybody better dip

But if I ain't slippin in some witches, save that shit

So I'm grippin on a kitten named Princess Brit

And Brit's got a bottle (looks like 'bout a fifth)

Our princess helps this pissed kid ditch the pigs

Dip to the cut, slips the drink, offers me a swig

The Peanut Butter Vodka harder than big Popov hit

I said "wtf is this?" and vomited

[VERSE 3]

Now it's clear as day; instant replay

I can recall ralphing up and wrecking it

Oy vey, the juice I eliminated with the gin

Mixed with the eighth (smoked to the face for the grin)

Switched and replaced my daze and confused inhibitions

With ways to win, plus perks after the mission

So, subsequently, given the intermission

Princess decided it was high time she went missing

Told the chick to listen, she quit chirping and tripping

I whipped it out, asked if I could kindly put the tip in

She kinda laughed, sipped the PBV then said she'd lick it

But only if she and me don't bone nor ever kick it

'You're cool and whatever,' she says she respects it

But not to expect everybody always feeling the funk

'I recommend a real hobby. Some folks drink

But boy, you get drunk.'