Tibik - So Drunk Lyrics

I get so drunk and I go dumb
I get so drunk out of my mind
I get so drunk, yeah I know fun
I got so drunk, can I go home?
It's 4am and I'm drinkin' all alone
5am, got a bitch in prone bone
In my car, I don't think we got along
I'll tell you what, I won't hit you up tomorrow
6am and I'm drownin' in my sorrow
7am, I got a new bitch, another follow
It's 8am, feel like I'll die in the morning
9am and I'm dead
I'm not up early in the mornin', but I start drinkin' wit' my friends
Is it gon' be fun in the morning, yeah let's see what's in the fridge
I'm havin' a hard time when I wake up, more hungover than a bitch
I'm feelin' like shit, make it feel like heartbreak ain't bad
At first I prayed for you, now I hate you
Heartbreak can break you, oh that ain't cool
I hate the fake hoes, love the real hoes
Oh that's a rarity, hoe
They can't see, don't got clarity, no
You can see I don't show favoritism, no
This bitch has so many sides, a prism, oh
I need a bitch to show conservatism, yeah
I get so drunk and I go dumb
I get so drunk out of my mind
I get so drunk, yeah I know fun
I got so drunk, can I go home?
It's 4am and I'm drinkin' all alone
5am, got a bitch in prone bone
In my car, I don't think we got along
I'll tell you what, I won't hit you up tomorrow
Tomorrow came the next day, I hit you up that day
But I knew it wouldn't go my way, I figured it'd be that way
Maybe I'm fallin' in love again, it doesn't matter anyway
I need to f*ck a bitch the next night to make me feel okay
Made her run it back with her lips, we on 50 Shades of Gray
I'm not foldin' in the sixth game, no Michael J
Call me a sandwich, like at Subway, I'm walkin' through the flames
This bitch think we're not a good match, I feel the same way
I feel like a Coast Guard carryin' it
I feel like a ghost when I'm with these bitches
Made that boy a poster the way these bullets pinnin' in 'em
They call me a toaster the way that I get lit up in it
They call me a coaster the way that I be rollin' in it
Hoes think I'm a rooster the way that they gon' choke my chicken
They think I'm Post Malone the way my music listens
They say I do the most when they me handlin' my business
I get so drunk and I go dumb
I get so drunk out of my mind
I get so drunk, yeah I know fun
I got so drunk, can I go home?
It's 4am and I'm drinkin' all alone
5am, got a bitch in prone bone
In my car, I don't think we got along
I'll tell you what, I won't hit you up tomorrow