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Damn I hate waking up on my couch
Waste of a bed in this big empty house
Wait - Sold the house, small empty apartment
Thinking to myself like "Man, don't even start shit."
Crick in my neck though, pillows ain't effective
Pop-corn for dinner, corn-pops for breakfast
Far from a blockbuster night, nothing groovy
Fell asleep watching some on-demand movie
The Matador. William H. Macy, Pierce Bronson
This is why you fronting on playing James Bond, son?
But I suppose a one man odd couple
Shouldn't be popping shit 'cause I got enough trouble

I'm strangely estranged from my wife, kids, and cat
Living like LL's track 'Cheesy Rat'
Bank account, credit, and self-esteem ravaged
I'm one ham sandwich away from going savage
Exaggerating but there ain't no debating the fact
I need my swagger and my mojo back
Check my mailbox - filled with a stack of bills
And a bright red letter with silver and gold frills
Turns out it was an invite
To an oddy gato house party that goes down tonight
Was fly. Was opening the envelope
Triggered the wild sound chip with an audio note
It read;
"Hey Amigo.. Jose Cuervos here.. He's having a party.. and he want's you to say