Lyrics

Waking up and my wallet feels just a little light
From the looks of things it must have been one hell of a night
White halos on my nose
Salt deposits on my clothes
So I guess this is what passes for a good time

Too lazy to take a piss
Too depressed to slit my wrists
Better lose my number, cuz there ain’t no reachin’ me
Face down in the bathroom sink
Just trying to take a drink
But it all just tastes like bleach to me

I got these lines in my face forty dollars at a time
I got these lines at my place just about 3 inches wide
White powder on the glass
Brown chowder from my ass
Sorry, I just like to party man

Too much, too damn young
Too much muthafuckin’ fun
Ain’t got no class, so there ain’t no teachin’ me
Drag my ass on down the street
Just to get something to eat
But it all just tastes like bleach to me.