I can hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town
Im onto Indiana
I heard it in the radio now
I cant handle no liquor
But these bitches cant handle me
I cant control my niggas
And my niggas, they cant control me
You say you know me, my nigga
But you really just know the old me
Bitch, Im back out my coma, wakin up on your sofa
When I parked my Range Rover, slightly scratched your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla
Im hangin on a hangover, five years we been over
Ask me why I came over, one more hit and I can own ya
One more fuck and I can own ya, one cold night in October
Pussy had me floatin, feel like Deepak Chopra
Pussy had me dead, might call 2Pac over
Yeezys all on your sofa, these the Red Octobers
Still aint learn me no manners, you love me when I aint sober
You love me when Im hungover, even when I blow doja
Then her auntie came over, skinny bitch with no shoulders
Tellin you that Im bogus, bitch, you dont even know us
Baby girl, hes a loner, baby girl, hes a loner
Late-night organ donor, after that, he disown ya
After that hes just hopeless, soul mates become soulless
When its over its over, and, bitch, Im back out my coma
Callin up your uncles place
Shits all over the place
I dont hear your phone
Oh, I wanna phone home
I cant handle no liquor
But these bitches cant handle me
I cant control my niggas
And my niggas, they cant control me
You say you know me, my nigga
But you really just know the old me
I heard you need a new fad 
I heard you need a new stack 
I heard you need a new phone 
I know your rents aint be home 
Callin up your uncles place 
Shits all over the place 
I dont hear your phone 
Oh, I wanna phone home