Cell Phone

[Hook: Breezy Lovejoy] Woke up so dizzy Drunk and hungover Can't find my house keys Who was the chauffeur? Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue, where my cell phone is [Verse 1: Dumbfoundead] What was the name, I was definitely on one Ronda, Miranda, or 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 weed crumbs I'm a lover not a fighter, why my knuckles feel numb? No pun intended but I really feel dumb--founded On my neighbors 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 work day 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Breezy Lovejoy] Friday night, just got paid Brand new fit, clean boy shave Feeling good, pregame, my place The homies came through with a gang of fade They said they're trying to get loose in a major way So they sip grey goose no juice just straight (What it do young buck, pour a cup) I'm straight I'm waiting on the tree, I got fifty on the Z Plus, I ain't even ate Ya'll go heavy in the paint, I'll go heavy on the dank You go heavy on the drink, and gon' end up on your face Not me, not me But I, don't think I'mma get my weed No time soon I'mma have to proceed To consume the first thing I see A little OJ and another Belvadee 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 The- -atre, up like I'm big on the tree, later Outside pissing on the street, haters Cops came through on the creep, gave me A ticket and a mufuckin' speech And 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 up in the god damn sink, that's weak [Hook] [Verse 3: Wax] There's an unfamiliar ceiling in this place With a very familiar feeling of disgrace As my eyes open up for the first time after Another blackout, catastrophe, disaster And captures 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 until I find my key and my phone Then I see a girl asleep and alone in the corner I walk 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 boom 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 to See if I could hear it ringing, and sure enough It's on the floor of the bathroom with more of my stuff Condom, keys and my wallet An absent-minded strategic alcoholic Strategic cause the condom wrapper was empty Tip-toed out the door kinda gently [Hook]