[Intro]
(Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da)
(Oh, woah, ayy)
(G06 going crazy)
You know it's important, I can't ignore
Feeling like forever might be shorter than before
It's been on my mind all throughout the night
So me and all my friends gon' drink until we feel alright
(Ayy, Twix, you got a hit!)
'Til we feel alright

[Verse 1]
Sprite, CÎROC and ice
Down another cup, but it got you feelin' nice
Might light up another slice
It ain't even noon, but we gotta smoke twice
Got a double in my cup with a soda on the side
Chicken noodle soup, way I'm spittin' all this fried
With the GX engine, we gon' bring the coupé to life
In the TX 972 with all my guys
Got my foot elevated while we drivin' up thе 5
06, Ludacris followed by Nelly Furtado
Breeze past you goofiеs in the Sprinter with my gattos
Feed lines to bitches off my dick like a silo
Jesus, where the pen at? I'ma write another rap
Jesus, where the pen at? I'm just trying to get smacked
Ayy, you kinda quiet, is it gettin' to you bad?
We a long way from home when home is all you've ever had
[Pre-Chorus]
I'll just redefine my character and get right on my back
The tequila made it worse, now I'm cursed with all this lag
Eyes bloodshot, crossed while I'm puffin on the zag
I don't wanna talk about it, I don't really wanna drag you
Down with it
Kiss another blunt, go 'round with it
Pop another top, go drown in it
Feelin' like I got to
This pain heavy, so the substance what I'm bound to

[Chorus]
Bound to, round two
Googling just how to
C-O-P-E, cope without you, -out you
Bound to, round two
Googling just how to
C-O-P-E, cope without you, -out you

[Verse 2]
Sour, then sweet, then I'm gone
Feel like this tour wasn't long
'Nuff with the chit-chat, man, I miss my dawgs (I miss my dawgs)
Fuck it man, I miss my dawgs (I miss my dawgs), ayy
Control, alt, deleting this song
Y'all really keepin' me strong
'Nuff with the bullshit, man, I miss my dogs (I miss my dawgs)
Fuck it man, I miss my dawgs (I miss my dawgs)
[Outro]
Started tallyin' the score
I think I've been here before
Went from Hollywood to Venice, back to crying on the floor
I know this 'bout to be rough
You know you can call my bluff
We did everything we wanted, but everything's not enough