D r o w s y o u t r o d u c t i o nAfter The Smoke

I rub my eyes 'cause I can't see clear
Must've lost my damn mind 'cause I had a few beers
Scored last night, felt like a loser
So I had a few brews, don't call me a boozer
Candy coated, dranking forties, I'm stoned
Fully loaded, shootin' forty, don't go home
Get lost, fuck you shaking me for? (fuck you bitch)
Still blurry, now slurry, what did you po'?
Room perfect, the cold hoe, oh shit (slow it down)
Moving too fast (slow it down)
Baby, way she got that ass (owwwwww oooh oooh ooooooh)
Don't hit the curb, don't hit the curb (ohhhh oooh oooh oooh ooooooh)

Owwwww oooh oooh oooh ooooooh
Don't hit the curb, don't hit the curb
Owwwww oooh oooh oooh ooooooh

...slow it down