I hold my liquor
But this man can't handle his weed
Dark in the moonlit now, Chicago south of town
I love Indiana
I'm heard in the radio now

I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my bitches
And my bitches they can't control me
You say you know me my bitches
But you really just don't know me

Bitch I'm back out my coma
Waking up on your sofa
Where I pop a range rover
Slightly scratched your corrola
Okay, I smashed your corrola

I hangin' on the hangover
Five years we been over
Ask me why I came over
One more hit and I get on ya
Baby girl he's a loner
Baby girl he's a loner
Late night organ donor
After that he disown ya
After than he's just hopeless
Soulmates become soul-less
When it's over, it's over
And bitch I'm back out my coma


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