I'm back on the market nigga, free agent...
ain't like I loved her anyway, you know what I'm sayin it had to end at some point right...
I'm straight, you know on to the next
Verse 1
It's more girls where she came from, right
that's what I tell myself, I really ain't the type
to break down for no female, pride blockin' that bullshit
pull 'em down like retail, y'all don't know that full picture
I'm drankin', my Beyonce gone,
coulda been the mother of my kids, dream fiance gone
she got me messed up, that weed takin' me higher
reignitin' that fire, won't fly wit' her
another chick, left panties up in my dryer
damn...I deserve what I got, I still can't take it
can't stand another man seein' you naked
so I'm high, smokin' that for my pain
that liquor hittin' my brain
one shot from goin' insane
girl you got me on that
Chorus
Liquor, shots, pourin' up I ain't wrapped tight
my wrist, cocked, throwin' back all that gin
this love and hip, hop, got me trippin' I'm faded
and if we breakin' up this sippin' ain't enough baby
cause you got me drankin'
[c'mon take a shot...don't be a lil' bitch
nigga, it's your birthday, drink...]
Verse 2
Yeah
Vodka bottles on tables, too many cups in here
all I had was some Grey Goose, 'cause I don't really fuck wit' beer
what I'm sayin', I don't even drink...but she changed my life
my whole stomach in the kitchen sink...i think that drink was spiked
I guess I can't hold it...five vodka shots and the sixth was bourbon
on top of that, smokin'...hooka first, then the weed got broken
down, niggas won't pass that shit...cause I'm a first timer
baited breath when the cops rolled in, that spearmint worked, kinda
gave me love, I don't do this, that peer pressure get ruthless
feelin' good, kinda tipsy, so I can't leave, might lose this
moment, meanwhile, she's blowin' my phone up but it's late
I'm tryna have fun, I just bagged one, n tryna leave here wit two dates
talkin'
Chorus
Verse 3
Long list...my pops ain't raise no simp
she'll be back, and straight beggin' for it...so I ain't gon' trip
main problem is this liquor, 'cause I got that shit in my system now
trippin' all over this house party, throwin' up I feel disemboweled
and I switch
HOld up, hold up, wait
I'm too proud to say I miss you
give me tissues I got somethin' in my eye
girl I ain't cryin'
swear it's just that alcohol
n I'm bout to fall
now I'm bout to call, you better pick up
