Some people wake up late, I wake up mad late All the time hungover, it’s a sad state I love liquor, she my bitch and her ass great But I don’t remember anything from our last date I wipe the sleep from my eyes and I peep my phone Twenty texts, thirty calls, just leave me alone My head pounding like crazy, I need some Patron That’s the hair of the dog, god need a bone Kiss my mama on the cheek, she look beautiful (Vinnie you’re a mess, what I’m gonna do with you?) I know you cooking something (Yeah, I made some food for you Managut, bragol, and some brigutte too) I told you wild times ma I don’t f**k with pork Please pass the lucatelli and a bunch of salt The phone ring, it’s the police but who would’ve thought? This m***********g pig telling me I’m due in court
[Chorus]
Every time I feel this s**t is going my way Something come along and f**k up my day I had a rhyme in my mind now there’s nothing to say And cousin that just fucked up my day
Driving down the block someone cut in my way That s**t went and fucked up my day Rap critics, they always got something to say I would never let that f**k up my day
[Verse 2]
I don’t know where the f**k I’m at today I drank a couple of bottles, I guess I have to pay This bitch laying next me, she look like Cassius Clay Gotta get outta here before she asks me to stay I don’t know how I got here in the first place She had a banging body but she had the worst face I guess I act like an animal, I deserve hate She must’ve lured me in with white like she was third base It ain’t hard to convince me to do some dumb s**t Especially when I’m on that get high and drunk s**t That’s why Vinnie always end up with a dumb bitch The only thing I’m never on is on some punk s**t I’m on the other side of town and I’m walking dolo Panerai watch, Gucci kicks, lots of Polo Goons ran up on the kid, put the gat to my dome I was caught slipping, I left the ratchet at home