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the palmer squares - hungover joint lyrics

[hook] x2
this that hungover joint
twist that hungover joint
p-ss that hungover joint
that’s that hungover joint
that’s that hungover joint
p-ss that hungover joint
hit that hungover joint
this that hungover joint

[verse 1: terminal knowledge]
yo last night is a blur
i been fighting the urge of an animal
it’s laughable
pump another gl-ss of courage that’ll hurt in the early
morn
caught in the current he sunk like a rock
burst in with slurred speech
of course i thought we were worse when we’re drunk but we’re not
we’re worse when we’re thirsty
how ’bout a round of shots on me
kamikazes and sake bombs
find me hollering at soccer moms
down at rokbonki ’til i’m ’bout to vomit
hot sh-t when you pouring patron ’til sun up
but not sh-t when you upchuck on the porcelain throne
i need a handful of pills
i need a cup of joe
i need a bag full of k!ll
and a blunt to roll it in
we finna puff the dro
man i really love the smell
finna chief a couple l’s
then chief a couple mo’
got too intoxicated
you got a booster shot out of the fusula from out the fuselage [?]
it’s why we cruise in the whip
get it confiscated
and it really isn’t complicated
grown man living in his mama’s bas-m-nt
better get with the program quick
cause you don’t have sh-t to be contemplating

[verse 2: ac-mental]
can’t find my wallet or my auto insurance
can’t speak audible words
can’t find my cellular phone
so i call it from term’s
these two ignorant vandals
stay lit like the wick in a candle
living in shambles
sipping a pabst
tipping the gl-ss ’til my ribbon unravels
with the help of the ink and the pen
i can weave it together like needle and thread
but the last time i felt like this
i told myself i’m never drinking again
i never stick to my guns
cigarette smoke diminish my lungs
slowly but surely i’m fading
tastes like the marlboro man took a sh-t on my tongue (eugh)
i crave food but i can’t eat
taking a taxi cab back to the pad
can’t help but think i may puke in the backseat
tried therapy and other various treatments
but that wasn’t fair to my demons
a series of grievous delirium tremens
i need a miracle jesus
i’m praying the pain’ll expire
mammalian brain in a fryer
my megalomania making it harder for me to attain my desires
so let’s roll it up yo
the cherry glows ’til it turn to ash
my brain matter been burned with acid
and hungover joint and tell term to p-ss it

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