Sweetest Hangover

[Chorus:]
I got the sweetest hangover
I don't want to get over [x2]

The Smiths on in the whip now
212 thats the zip pal
Felt like Puff in '96 drinking Cristal
They say I'm a bad influence but she been wild
I cannot really explain last night
She just want to instagram mad likes
Maybe I was different in the past life
Maybe I should drink less at night
But, girl you got this energy
Lion heart therapy
I see you while you stare at me
Time that you sparring me this moment is everything
Now we in the Hills, Beverly and the Old School and
We cheifin like a cherokee
We Rolling She Rolling We not complaining
Whatever you gave me its so amazing

[Marc E. Bassy:]
I hope that my girlfriends knows
When I call her up in middle of the night, yup
And I've been taking ecstasy pills
Putting things in my nose
Running till I can't take step
The things I say cannot be lies to ya
I feel this way sober or high with ya
This thing must be realer than a bitch
Because when I feel like the shit we feel like the shit

And the girls move fast
And the drinks come slow
And you hope it makes sense
But you just don't know
And you know I went hard in the same clothes as last night
On the slow come up but we been liven the fast life
Im high shoot me, feel like John Belushi
Probably leave the club at 3 o'clock to go and eat some sushi
Im that type of dude, always blackin out
First to make it cool, Im just actin out
Whiskey in my system I'm aggressive aggressive
Saw you clear the bong thats impressive impressive
Liquor in the bars learned my lesson my lesson
I'm a young wild kid with a message
You wanna stay for dessert, wanna make an exit
But every time we show up its like we make an entrance
Let it be known that I'm off the patron
So everything I say is off the record
I'm reckless

[Marc E. Bassy:]
I hope that my girlfriends knows
When I call her up in middle of the night, yup
And I've been taking ecstasy pills
Putting things in my nose
Running till I can't take step
The things I say cannot be lies to ya
I feel this way sober or high with ya
This thing must be realer than a bitch
Because when I feel like the shit we feel like the shit

[Marc E. Bassy:]
When I called you late last night, was I faded? maybe
Didn't mean them things I said, talking all that crazy
Love is not an honest word we all get what we deserve
When I feel I have no worth, you're the one that saves me

I hope that my girlfriends knows
When I call her up in middle of the night, yup
And I've been taking ecstasy pills
Putting things in my nose
Running till I can't take step
The things I say cannot be lies to ya
I feel this way sober or high with ya
This thing must be realer than a bitch
Because when I feel like the shit we feel like the shit