Hold My Liquor
I can hold my liquorWhat this man can’t handle is meDark and lonely nowOn Chicago, south of townI'm on to IndianaI heard it in the radio now
I can't handle no liquorBut these bitches can't handle meI can't control my niggasAnd my niggas they can't control meYou say you know me, my niggaBut you really just know the old me
Bitch I'm back out my comaWaking up on your sofaWhen I park my Range RoverSlightly scratch your CorollaOkay, I smashed your CorollaI'm hanging on a hangoverFive years we been overAsk me why I came overOne more hit and I can own yaOne more fuck and I can own yaOne cold night in OctoberPussy had me floatingFeel like Deepak ChopraPussy had me deadMight call 2Pac overYeezy's all on you sofaThese the red OctobersStill ain't learn me no mannersYou love me when I ain't soberYou love me when I'm hungoverEven when I blow dojaThen her auntie came overSkinny bitch with no shouldersTellin' you that I'm bogusBitch you don't even know us"Baby girl, he's a lonerBaby girl, he's a lonerLate night organ donorAfter that he disown yaAfter that he's just hopelessSoul mates become soullessWhen he's sober it's over"And bitch, I'm back out my coma
Callin' up your uncle's placeShit's all over the placeI don't hear your phoneOh I wanna phone home
I can't handle no liquorBut these bitches can't handle meI can't control my niggasAnd my niggas they can't control meYou say you know me, my niggaBut you really just know the old me
I heard you need a new fadI heard you need a new stackI heard you need a new phoneI know your 'rents ain't be home
Callin' up your uncle's placeShit's all over the placeI don't hear your phoneOh I wanna phone home