Woke up drunk at about ten
Looked in the mirror like where the fuck have I been?
Got shit on my face and cuts on my hands
Please don't tell me I blacked out again
I remember PBR
And bottles of whiskey in the back of the car
I hit a dab, fell in the yard
Now my fingers are too sticky to play the guitar
Gotta call on my flip phone
Just around noon
Gotta gig in Roc city
with Analog Villain and Clayboy Spoons
So I put on my belt
And light up a 72
Gotta smile on my face
And I'm cheesin' like Kim Jong-Un
So we dip out the sticks headed to the big city
Still hungover and I'm feelin mad shitty
Smashed the state, flames in my wake and now I feel great
Get up on stage and I can't stand, my knees are still sore from kickin' my own ass
Becker's on the floor and he's drunk as fuck
Cuzin O counts to four and lights that bitch up