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letra de hair of the dog - curtis foster

[intro: curtis foster]
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’ll be good, just gimme some time

[verse 1: curtis foster]
whoo!
woke up with a headache
i can barely remember a single thing i did or said last
night but i got a couple excedrin up on the dresser
with a packet of that liquid iv hiding over next to a
bottle of water, swallow it all in defeat (ah)
gotta find the resolve to get up outta these sheets (ah)
hit the switch on my keurig, get to grinding these beans
‘cuz how do i face the day if i’m not offa caffеine? (ah)
i’onno, i’onno ‘bout that
i have hit up my hustle likе it’s a go-go mag
but i’m in a bit of a tussle up in my skull, no cap
because soon as i’m outta bed i wanna go go back
don’t wanna go to work today, on the couch ’n shirtless day
swearing a hair of the dog is gon’ put a smirk on my face
i’m barely caring at all, i rarely call off anyway
i’m fairly certain that takin’ pto’s worth it today but
nine to five got me feeling tired like all the time
blinded by dollar signs
gotta unwind when i got the time
so i’mm pour a couple shots
on the rocks, yeah i got the ice
[hook: curtis foster]
i don’t wanna get outta my bed today
let me shut the blinds and sleep the headache away
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’m terrified to check the balance in my bank
i know i had too much to drink
too many dollars that i sank, no
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’ll be good, just gimme some time

[verse 2: curtis foster]
my stummy be bubbling
nauseated and troubling
got a hundred things that i need to do but i’m stuck in these
sweatpants, bumping that sunshine by atmos
fearing the action of eating incase it came back up
bottle’s looking good, but it’s deceiving like a catfish
wrapped around the john while i’m preaching like a baptist
i’mma never drink another thing, not a d-mn sip
feelin’ like sh-t, someone yeet me in the trash bin
tryna take a nap, it feel like sleeping in a casket
upside down head, vampire st–z like brad pitt
need some mickey ds, burger king, something fast ’n
greasy to ease the queasiness seeping throughout my d-mn limbs
quizás unos tacos
birria o pastor
some nachos con queso o una torta de jamón
i need some better control of my faculties when i drink
like a princ-p-l speaking over they teachers
i be looking back on my deeds like ebeneezer
but i keep on repeating it every other weekend
so please, i’m begging you, jesus, i need some peace
i hope a little bit of sleep, food and water can bring relief ‘cuz
[hook: curtis foster]
i don’t wanna get outta my bed today
let me shut the blinds and sleep the headache away
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’m terrified to check the balance in my bank
i know i had too much to drink
too many dollars that i sank, no
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’ll be good, just gimme some time

[verse 3: lex bratcher]
woke up, where i’m at tho?
blacked out, remember passing through the backdoor
head feelin’ crazy, i’m beggin’ medicine to save me
i said i’m endin’ this like 80
times before
my eyes need time before
i hop up in the car and try to drive some more
in hindsight, i timed right shots to not go night-night
the voice in my head like “why you lying ya hoe?”
that’s when you feelin’ f-cked up in the middle of the day
you chase with a eight ball and a j to the face
i say i blame y’all ‘cuz the choices that i made
be strictly because the way i be feelin’ when i blaze up a beat
my brain can’t even take a defeat
i’m angrily displaying my pain on these feats
but the fans be needing me to be brave when i speak
‘cause they can relate and willing to pay for the seats
and i really be feeling it
the devil on my shoulder really feel like the middleman
i can’t believe the problems that i’m here ’n i’m in again
but i do not remember
‘cuz when i wake up the hangover got me feeling dismembered
[hook: curtis foster]
i don’t wanna get outta my bed today
let me shut the blinds and sleep the headache away
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’m terrified to check the balance in my bank
i know i had too much to drink
too many dollars that i sank, no
i’ll be good, just gimme some time
i’ll be good, just gimme some time

- curtis foster

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