Cultifornia

woke up this morning don't remember much

just blank memory hope i didn't fuck up too much

my shirts ripped and my glasses are bent

started out with a fifty now i only got 50 cents left

my minds in a state of distress

sometimes the bottle gets in the way of progress

blind eye to the nights proceedings

phone # written on my hand someone i don't remember meeting

pounding in my head, empty feeling

take a hit from the spliff before i even start to dealing

but i'm still standing, after all 10 rounds

it was me or the bottle, someone had to get knocked out

i hung around until i got hungover

then i crashed out in cultifornia

i'm slowing down so the bottle can catch up

i may be lazy but i know whatò€™s up

its just clothes and bottles on the floor

keys hanging from the lock in the open front door

day is dawning but the suns too bright for me

hazy memory of some fuck trying to fight me

or was that me trying fight him?

it don't matter that shit's last nights problem

girlfriend still passed out on the bed

stars in my eyes pounding in my head i hit the streets

looking for salvation, instead i just get an exchange of misinformation

don't expect a thing to get handed to me

but sometimes you gotta shut your brain down to keep your sanity