What a Great Night Restrung

[Verse 1: Suffa] This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it's Your choice, I won't judge you tonight Cos I'm paraletic, I ain't looking to lose a fight so Put your hands up if you're not to drunk to stand up If you bombing up the toilets put your man up And put your can up, spray it in the air mate Check out my man, (fuck) it's all going pear shaped They call me Suff, when I'm drunk they call me "(fuck) off" Head under the bar trying to drink the run off I'm a one of a kind, I'll rhyme till I'm cut off Or just to (fucking) blind to get one off Don't call me son of a (bitch), I'm the son of an angel When the sun of the morning hits, it's so painful These all nighters are killing me But it's alright, are you feeling me? [Hook](x2) And it's all love, and it's alright Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights Then it's all over, go home, go sleep Wake up, get sober, what a great night [Verse 2: Pressure] This is for the reckless, the restless, deafest and freshest The jester's and senseless on heroin or meth it's Your call, we ain't judging you now Cause on or off tap, we ain't (fucking) around so Feel a girl up if your not too drunk to get it up And if she's throwing up, make sure her hair is up But beware that your not riding Caboose pal Check out these chicks, *(fuck) they all getting loose now* They call me Presh, when I'm drunk they call me scumbag Hands up in your till, snatch a bill then run back I'll take them one at a time once they find out I done that These bars ain't never gonna let me come back Don't call me son of a (bitch), I'm the son of a muso And the sum of my problems is substance abuse so These longs nights are the death of me But it's alright, it's my legacy [Hook](x2) [Pre-Hook] Gin and tonic, you rock the house And a tequila shots, you rock the house And a Chivas Regal, you rock the house And a Jager bombs, you rock the house [Hook](x2)