This is where the party's at
Got a barcadi cap
Sitting next to me while I'm trying to wrap
My head around what the hell happened here
My brains all fuzzy and my thoughts ain't clear
I'm still fucked up, I'm still fucked up
Woke up on the weekend freakin' with a Puerto Rican
My beer cans leaking and I can't stop drinking
Thinking, "Where am I gonna go from here?"
If my vision was clear I would be able to steer
But I'm stuck on a couch with a blunt in my mouth
My friends passed out and I'm ready to bounce
We invaded a party that we can't get out
And walking round this place, like "Is this your house?"
I been up for 3 hours, now I'm talking shit
To this red headed kid who keeps trying to spit
And my head still hurts, I cant find the time
To say, "Hey motherfucker I ain't ready to rhyme"
We killed a whole keg full of PBR
And I think my best friends needing CPR
He ain't moved all night, I guess the GHB
Didn't mix too well with the THC
My high tolerance has over taken my common sense
And I been partying way before that college shit
So just acknowledge it
For everything we calling it
And you better listen when another fucking scholar spits
We bringing the knowledge in, focusing on all of it
Taking over the universe like astrologists
And moving in new units like we colonists
It's pure dominance, something you don't wanna miss
credits
from The Reintroduction,
released January 26, 2016
Produced by Adam Palka.
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