i cop a 40 ounce,
soon the 40 turns to 80 and before i even know it to a 1.6.0.
but i dont need to be as faded as i am right now,
to show you stupid motherfuckers how to run this show ,
it went 1 shot , 2 shot , 3 shots STOP!
im the designated driver and i cant even walk.
im hollerin at women like im talkin to dogs,
boyfriend steps in, havem' talkin to god,
im an arrogant punk, an' i aint givin' a fuck,
if u love me or you hate me im just livin it up,
im the one whoes gettin' high->
in the kitchen , at ya party when you nicely asked me twice not to smoke inside,
im cold inside, yea its freezin in this brick bitch,
these chemicals are clutch , and i aint talkin bout a stickshift,
it's sickness, the way im fuckin with the rythim,
but im nothin in this vision, cause im stuck in this system,
but im tryin to get out, im jus too confused,
mixed up inside like a rubix cube,
but i keep my head held high in times like this,
my state of mind is on the line when i rhyme like this,
but fuck it,i aint preachin' i aint givin a lecture,
just tryin to rock ya heads hard enough to make ya neck hurt,
so if u gout some extra time to invest,
come n' listen how we gettin down in the MIDWEST!