Three o clock in the morning, double vision with my homies,
Four o clock, feeling funny, got no car and we got no money.
Five o clock, bumming, sunset, drinking forties till we can’t see
Six o clock, get too bent and ask if Evan's got anything
Eight o clock, feeling shitty, coming down off cheap pcp
Nine o clock, drunk and driving, on my way to Culver city.
Ten o clock, stuck in traffic, taking bong rips in the backseat
Twelve o clock, get arrested on my way to LA County
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