Some people wake up late, I wake up mad late
All the time hung over it's a sad state
I love liquor she's my bitch
And her ass great
But I don't remember anything
From our last date
I wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I peep my phone
20 texts, 30 calls, just leave me alone
My head pounding like [F]crazy
I need some Patɾón
That's the hair of the dog god need a bone
Kiss my [A]mama on [C7]the cheek she look beautiful
(Vinnie, you're a mess what I'm
Gonna do with you?)
I know you [A7cooking something
(yeah, I made some food for [Dm7]you
Manicotti, braciole, and [Bm]some prosciutto [C7]too)
I told you [A7wild times
Ma i don't f*ck with pork
Please pass the Locatelli and [Bm]a bunch of salt
The ρhone ɾing it's the police
But who would've thought
This motherfuckin' pig tellin' me
I'm due in court
Every time that I feel this
Shit is goin' my [A]way
Something come along [Am]and [Bm]f*ck up my [A]day
I had a ɾhyme in my [A]mind
Now there's nothing to [C7]say
And cousin, that just fucked up my [A]day
Driving down the block someone cut in my [A]way
That shit went and [Bm]fucked up my [A]day
Rap critics, they always got [Fm7]something to [C7]say
I would never let that f*ck up my [A]day
I don't know where the f*ck I'm at today
I drank a couple of bottles i
Guess I have to [C7]pay
This bitch laying next to [C7]me
She look like [F]Cassius Clay
Gotta get outta here before she
Ask me to [C7]stay i don't know how I got
Here in the first place
She had a bangin' body but
She had the worst face
I guess I act like [F]an animal i deserve hate
She must've lured me in with white
Like she was [Am7]third base
It ain't hard to [C7]convince me
To do some dumb shit
Especially when I'm on [C7]that get
High and [Bm]drunk shit
That's why Vinnie always end up
With a dumb bitch
The only thing I'm never on
Is on [C7]some punk shit
I'm on [C7]the other side of
Town and [Bm]I'm walkin' dolo
Panerai watch, Gucci kicks, lots of Polo
Goons ɾan up on [C7]a kid, put the gat to [C7]my [A]dome
I was [Am7]caught slippin' i left
The ɾatchet at home
Every time that I feel this
Shit is goin' my [A]way
Something come along [Am]and [Bm]f*ck up my [A]day
I had a ɾhyme in my [A]mind
Now there's nothing to [C7]say
And cousin, that just fucked up my [A]day
Driving down the block someone cut in my [A]way
That shit went and [Bm]fucked up my [A]day
Rap critics, they always got [Fm7]something to [C7]say
I would never let that f*ck up my [A]day
