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Beat produced by: Vishnu & Breezy Lovejoy
Directed by: Casey Chan
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Director of Photography: Andrew Kurchinski
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Produced by: WuzGood
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Starring:
Arika Sato
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Leah Walczak
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Special thanks to:
Timothy DeLaGhetto
Ricky Shucks
Geo from Just Kidding Films
Furis
Tommy
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10 years назад
[Hook: Breezy Lovejoy]Woke up so dizzyDrunk and hungoverCan't find my house keysWho was the chauffeurGot one shoe on, and not the slightest clue, where my cell phone is[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]What was the name, I was definitely on oneRonda, Miranda, or Sandra?Shouldn't have mixed that light with the dark rumNow I'm in the bathroom, throwing up a lungGotta make a run for that Gatorade punchHead pounding on the one like an 808 drumGotta grab Pho, hangover 101It soaks it all up, you should know that bruhPocket full of numbers covered in weed crumbsI'm a lover not a fighter while my knuckles feel numbNo pun intended but I really feel dumb--foundedOn my neighbors front lawn throwing upSeems last night I was acting like a foolTagged Facebook pictures of me jumping in a poolWearing nothing but a hat and my birthday suitI was smashed to the max on a work day tooBut I looked overjoyed in my polaroid picsMy mustache fresh looking like a koi fishMy swag turned up on some soulja boy shitFeeling real good about my bad choicesWho in the world is the girl in my bedWho's the dude on the couch with dreadsAnd why in the hell was I drinking so muchShoulda stuck to the weed like Breezy told usNow I'm looking for the Folgers, awake from a comaMaking my way through empty bottles of CoronaFollow the aroma, it leads to the dojaRoll up, smoke up, and do it all over[Hook][Verse 2: Breezy Lovejoy]Friday night, just got paidBrand new fit, clean boy shaveFeeling good, pregame, my placeThe homies came through with a gang of fadeThey said they're trying to get loose in a major waySo they sip grey goose no juice just straight(What it do young buck, pour a cup) I'm straightI'm waiting on the tree, I got fifty on the ZPlus, I ain't even ateYa'll go heavy in the paint, I'll go heavy on the dankYou go heavy on the drink, and gon' end up on your faceNot me, not meBut I, don't think I'mma get my weedSome time soon I'mma have to proceedTo consume the first thing I seeA little OJ and another BelvadeeTwo shots for her, two shots for meThe more that we booze, the less that we seeNow that is more booze than apollo theaterUp like I'm big on the tree, laterOutside pissing on the street, hatersCops came through on the creep, gave meA ticket and a mufuckin' speechAnd meanwhile I'mma peeShots, shots, shots, shotsI said stop, it's not that deep, damnTrying to give it all I got, gotAnd then I threw up in the god damn sink, that's weak[Hook][Verse 3: Wax]There's an unfamiliar ceiling in this placeWith a very familiar feeling of disgraceAs my eyes open up for the first time afterAnother blackout, castrophe, disasterAnd captures the image of the rafters aboveAnd the cold concrete on my back is enoughTo wake me and make me stand up in amazementWhere is this unfinished basementHow'd I get here, I need to get homeBut I can't leave until I find my key and my phoneThen I see a girl asleep and the phone in the cornerI walk toward her not knowing for sure who she wasI just hoped that her phone was onAnd I ain't spoken to my girl, I told her I would call herTapped on her cold shoulder, when she rolled over, I saw her, damnMy memory is better than I thinkI remember last night, had her bent over the sinkIn the bathroom, staring at her lower back tattooFlashback boom and I'm back to the newBack to the what now, what am I gonna doPicked up her phone and dialed my own number toSee if I could hear it ringing, and sure enoughIt's on the floor of the bathroom with more of my stuffCondom, keys and my walletAn absent-minded strategic alcoholicStrategic cause the condom wrapper was emptyTip-toed out the door kinda gently