I hold my liquor But this man can’t handle his weed Dark and lonely now On Chicago, south of town I'm on to Indiana I heard in the radio now
I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my bitches And my bitches they can't control me You say you know me, my bitches But you really just know the old me
Bitch I'm back out my coma Wakin' up on your sofa When I park my Range Rover Slightly scratch your Corolla Okay, I smashed your Corolla I'm hangin' on a hangover Five years we been over Ask me why I came over One more hit and I can own ya
Baby girl, he's a loner Baby girl, he's a loner Late night organ donor After that he disown ya After that he's just hopeless Soul mates become soulless When it's over it's over And bitch, I'm back out my coma
