You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best These so called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest... I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I

That would be enough Look around, look around at how lucky we are To be alive right now Look around, look around How long have you known? A month or so Eliza, you should have told me I wrote to the General a month ago

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the