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letra de cuz i'm drunk - chris webby

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ahem, yeah.
i get rowdy,
rough,
drunk,
reciting an anth
on the table all night
i’m the beer pong champ.

what?
drink until my mother f-cking
liver gets cramps
and i’ve lost everything
within the pockets of my pants;
like, sh-t where’s my phone?
keys?
sh-t, who has my wallet?

dude, you probably lost it,
you stupid alcoholic.

ha, f-ck you b-tch.
i weigh 160,
so it only takes a few shots
to get myself tipsy.

yeah, you’re more than i’m drunk
then i move on to wasted,
black out,
find me p-ssed out on the pavement.
slurring every statement,
vision getting blurry,
sipping 40’s from
4: 40 to 2: 30.

i’m dirty,
plus i ball like michael,
get wasted like plastic that isn’t recycled.
oh sh-t,
i’m too fly,
rhyming it nice,
so drunk i could get a dui on a bike.

mix up the lime
with a little co-co-nut.
taking shots from the half filled
solo cups.
get smashed like dropped pottery,
probably,
couldn’t walk a straight line
if i had a f-cking cop watching me.

walking into sh-t,
like i couldn’t avoid it.
just looking for a girl,
tryin’ to make some poor choices.
but whether i get laid
or end up in a brawl,
i just blame it on the a-a-alcohol.

’cause i’m drunk,
so do not play around with me.
’cause i’m drunk,
somebody take away my keys.
’cause i’m drunk,
sh-t i can barely even see.
i think it’s time to make some bad decisions…
(’cause i’m drunk)

hey yo,
i come through already blunted,
like flip cup,
who won it?
twenty on the table, son,
i’m about to make a honey.
you can make it rain,
but i’m ’bout to make it sunny.
that means i keep my money,
buddy i’m not a dummy.

day and night,
it’s the kill.
looking for some honey,
got my homie chris webby
to make sure she ain’t chubby.
’cause i drank a lot of bubbly,
in the living room stumbling,
everybody lookin’ lovely
but i came here from the [?].

i love the (star beefs),
and i can’t control it.
might wake up with
missing teeth
like the hangover.
i might wake up with a naked sl-t
from angola.
i don’t know bro,
i’m just saying,
i ain’t staying sober.

so move over,
for this fat b-tch
puts roofies in my cola.
cool,
that’s what i wanted,
wrestling sumo with (a cobra?).
there,
beware when it’s time to go upstairs,
f-ck a trojan,
got socks,
make sure you go up there.

’cause i’m drunk,
so do not play around with me.
’cause i’m drunk,
somebody take away my keys.
’cause i’m drunk,
sh-t i can barely even see.
i think it’s time to make some bad decisions…
’cause i’m drunk.

- chris webby

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