LUCKY YOUNG part.: All these things make me feel real and call my ex girls. I am Not too busy to remind some words I had heard for sex. And I let them know who they can bank up on someone who they can't control Who tha fucking banger... Who's got sedative for 'em but a dating poem... Stand up collar... Stand up whiskey in a throat Remember skunk feeling, crunked feeling Who the fucking they love? They love my drunk dialing, drugdilling