Sunday Mornin' Chillin'

[Verse 1] I got a text saying: "where'd you go?" What yould you think? I went home and threw up in the sink Without a blink I woke up in the shower at six I'm still in the mix And should not have mixed Twix, with mars, add a snickers bar Head to the bar All I see is stars Kanye whadup, yo obama what's going on Shots with the president Drinking dom pérignon I've got it going on People think I'm kinda cool Teachers teach left boy lyrics up in middle school So I've got 6th grade kids coming up to me saying: "Left boy you're the shit!" Yes comfortably It's not a big deal All I do is ill Add a little of my skill To a track and it kills And it pays the bills The YSL bills The jägermeister bills Left boy is ill [Hook][2x] Sunday mornin' chillin' I'm hungover I feel like my life is over I need to get sober And that's just some hours away [Verse 2] No I didn't get kicked out of the club The bouncer up front Was showing me some love I think he wanted me to sign his chest Next thing I know I'm arrested I said: "Yo officer, you know that I'm a super star" Toss him my keys and let's take my car He's like: "Take it slow, sit down, let's go" Backseat, playing left boy on the radio "Wow, that sounds like you in the back" "Yes sir, I go by the opposite of wack" Smacks down, on the break, pulls out a M8 Asked me to sign it to his daughter, where pen stayed I cooperate, tell him: "I'm running late, gotta go, love to hang, can't let my girl wait, you know?" "Fo' shoe" and then I bounce Homegirl: "Like how much did you drink?" "'bout an ounce" [Hook][2x]