Lyrics:
to my story
Been fought back the pigs and spit all up in they face
Been shitfaced performing live
postpone it
If I piss her off, I'm gonna own it
Man fuck this stupid corona
Could've been getting shitfaced but I'm stuck in my home
and doing spit-takes
Time to lift big weights, imma go hard till my ribs break
Imma drink till I get shit-faced then have a bloody good time like menstruate
return is my vocals
Sip saki shitfaced
at ya nearest dojo
Drunken Master of Ceremonies
Should sell yachts
the way I showboat
Oh so many MCs
This side east
troubled
Because my new dad, not a fag, he just hated fuckin' her
She used to show up late, 2 a.m naked
Now my dad whoopin' her ass cuz she so shitfaced
shitfaced
Than rotate yo mixtape
Steak knife to yo windpipe
You dare swipe from this plate
Niggas way to bland for my taste
Realize
That rap's a popular
other day of the week I'm still dying
I'll be shitfaced, take my place, honestly I'm okay lying
Cos I don't think this is what you want
What I'm trying
what I say when I'm shitfaced
Pop pills, I just wanna forget
All the ways you used to make me feel
Those times I look back and regret
I guess it's true,
to
Cheer for Clippers
LA homes and
Vegas betting
California
Lovin getting
TJ drunk and
Denver high
New York shitfaced
Oakland sky
And what's to show
But
I'm flying like a kite through town and I'm shit-faced pretty soon
So go buy a beer, coz' when we are here, I am guiding you
Don't have a choice, so
I'll never get sick of you
The cafe behind my house had been shut down in 2018
And that's still 3 years from when I saw you shitfaced on Halloween
Since
One summer Sunday
Thinking we'll get baked
We can just lay around
And laugh about
How we're so shit-faced
Time travel weekday
Dreams from a Teen Age
One summer Sunday
Thinking we'll get baked
We can just lay around
And laugh about
How we're so shit-faced
Time travel weekday
Dreams from a Teen Age
shit-faced now
Maybe I'll hit you up
Is it a bad idea
If I say wassup?
Are you even up?
I wonder where you're at
I'm high four to five days a week
What's up
show up at your friends house party when they shitfaced and they like
"Damn bro, whose this?" And y'all like "Young Stotle shit's my fucking jam bro"
to get wasted
So get shitfaced or move over
We built our practice room by ourselves
Where we can experiment and excel
Hide the evidence and then raise hell
business
I'm bouts to be shitfaced drunk and that's the realness
I'm bouts to live my best damn life like it's the illest
If I come out right on top tonight
the bridal party takes there place
The groomsman that the bride just didn't want, he's already shit-faced
The ring bearer jumps in a puddle just for fun
he
Shout at the top of my lungs
Didn't have much to say
If it wasn't for all of your drugs
You wouldn't get so shit-faced
Nevermind the car in the yard
was funny so shit-faced
It's so ironic, 'cause I think that I'm better off this way
How it hurts to be here
At least I know I'm alive
Anything to make
there's nothing else that I gotta say
I've been trying to figure out how the hell I should spend my days
The shitfaced routine is played out, Bob and Jay
come I remember everything
When I'm shitfaced
The goal is to get memories displaced
I don't like the shame I see on her face
Wanna make her proud
But I'm
D.O.D. till the end of my days
Shitfaced till I lay in my grave
Risky ways I misbehave
Never ever ever imma hit the brakes
Never gone split my wage
I'm the type to mainline the sunset
I've seen weaker veins than these
I've never felt so welcome
I've finally found my home
Shit-faced and lonely
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