Cell Phone (feat. Breezy Lovejoy & Wax)

(Who was this show for?)

Woke up so dizzy

Drunk and hungover

Can't find my house keys

Who was this show for?

Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue

Where my cell phone is

(On the train)

What was the name? I was definitely on one

Rhonda? Miranda? Sandra?

Shouldn't have mixed that light with the dark rum

Now I'm in the bathroom throwing up a lung

Gotta make a run for that gatorade punch

Head pounding on the one  like an 808 drum

Gotta grab pho, hangover 101

It soaks it all up, you should know that, bruh

Pocket full of numbers covered in week crumbs

I'm a lover not a fighter, why my knuckles feels numb?

No pun intended but I really feel dumb

Founded on my neighbor's front lawn, throwing up

Seems last night I was acting like a fool

Tagged Facebook pictures of me jumping in a pool

Wearing nothing but a hat and my birthday suit

I was smashed to the max on a workday too

But I looked overjoyed in my polaroid pics

With my mustache fresh, looking like a koi fish

My swag turned up on that Soulja Boy shit

Feeling real good about my bad choices

Who in the world is the girl in my bed?

Who's the dude on the couch with dreads?

And why in the hell was I drinking so much?

Shoulda stuck with the weed like breezy told us

Now I'm looking for the Folgers, awake from a coma

Making my way through empty bottles of Corona

Follow the aroma, it leads to the doja

Roll up, smoke up, and do it all over

Woke up so dizzy

Drunk and hungover

Can't find my house keys

Who was this show for?

Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue

Where my cell phone is

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Come on

(On the train)

Friday night, just got paid

Brand new fit, clean boy shave

Feeling good, pre-game, my place

The homies came through with a gang of fade

They said they tryna get loose in a major way

So they  sip Grey Goose, no juice, just straight

(What you doing, Young buck? Pour a cup) I'm straight

I'm waiting on the tree, I got fifty on a Z

Plus I ain't even ate, y'all gon' have me in the paint

I'll go heavy on the dank, you heavy on the drink

And gon' end up on your face, not me

But I don't think I'ma get my weed no time soon

I'ma have to proceed to consume the first thing I see

A little OJ and and another Belvedee

Two shots for her, two shots for me

The more that we booze the less that we see

Now that is more booze than Apollo D

Ate her  up like a fig on the tree, later

Outside pissing in the street, haters

Cops came through on the creep, gave me

A ticket and a mo'fucking speech

An meanwhile, on repeat

Shots, shots, shots, shots

I'm thinking, stop, it's not that deep

Damn, trying to give it all I got, got

And then I threw 'em in the goddamn sink, last week

(Who was this show for?)

Woke up so dizzy

Drunk and hungover

Can't find my house keys

Who was this show for?

Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue

Where my cell phone is

(On the train)

Yo, there's an unfamiliar ceiling in this place

But a very familiar feeling of disgrace

As my eyes open up for the first time after

Another black out catastrophe disaster

And capture the image of the rafters above

And the cold concrete on my back is enough

To wake me and make me stand up in amazement

Where is this unfinished basement

How'd I get here, I need to get home

But I can't leave till I find my keys and my phone

Then I see a girl asleep and alone in the corner

I walked toward her, not knowing for sure

Who she was, I just hoped that her phone was on

And I ain't spoken to my girl, I told her I would call her

Tapped on her cold shoulder, when she rolled over

I saw her, damn

My memory is better than I think

I remember last night, had her bent over the sink

In the bathroom, staring at her lower back tattoo

Flashback, boo, and I'm back to the new

Back to the, what now? what am I gonna do?

Picked up her phone and dialed my own number too

See if I could hear it ringing, and sure enough

It's on the floor in the bathroom with more of my stuff

Condom, keys and my wallet

And absent minded, strategic alcoholic

Strategic 'cause the condom wrapper was empty

Tip toed at the door kinda gently

Woke up so dizzy

Drunk and hungover

Can't find my house keys

Who was this show for?

Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue

Where my cell phone is

(On the train)