I hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town
Im on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now
I cant handle no liquor
And these bitches cant handle me
I cant control my bitches
And my bitches they cant control me
You say you know me, my witches
But you really just know the old me
Bitch, Im back out my coma
Wakin up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover
Slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla
Im hanging on a hangover
Five years we been over
Ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
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
Bitch, Im back out my coma