(+) Cell Phone (feat. Breezy Lovejoy & Wax)
[Intro]
Who's the chauffeur?
[Hook: Breezy Lovejoy]
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur?
Got one shoe on,
and not the slightest clue,
where my cell phone is
[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]
What was the name,
I was definitely on one
Ronda, Miranda, or Sandra?
Shouldn't have mixed that
light with the dark rum
Now I'm in the bathroom,
throwin' up a lung
Gotta make a run for dat
Gatorade punch
Head pounding on the one
like an 808 drum
Gotta grab Pho, hangover 101
It soaks it all up,
you should know dat bruh
Pocket full of numbers
covered in weed crumbs
I'm a lover not a fighter,
why my knuckles feel numb?
No pun intended but I
really feel dumb--founded
On my neighbors front
lawn throwin' up
Seems last night I was
actin' like a fool
Tagged Facebook
pictures of me
jumpin' in a pool
Wearing nothing but a hat
and my birthday suit
I was smashed to
the max on a work day too
But I looked overjoyed
in my polaroid pics
With my mustache fresh
looking like a koi fish
My swag turned up on
dat Soulja Boy shit
Feeling real good
about my bad choices
Who in the world is
the girl in my bed?
Who's the dude
on the couch with dreads?
And why in the hell
was I drinkin' so much?
Shoulda stuck with
the weed like Breezy told us
Now I'm lookin' for the Folgers,
awake from a coma
Making my way through
empty bottles of Corona
Follow the aroma,
it leads to the doja
Roll up, smoke up,
and do it all over
[Hook: Breezy Lovejoy]
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur?
Got one shoe on,
and not the slightest clue,
where my cell phone is
[Verse 2: Breezy Lovejoy]
Friday night, just got paid
Brand new fit, clean boy shave
Feeling good, pregame,
my place
The homies came through
with a gang of fade
They said they're trying
to get loose in a major way
So they sip grey goose
no juice just straight
(What it do young buck,
pour a cup) I'm straight
I'm waiting on the tree,
I got fifty on the Z
Plus, I ain't even ate
Ya'll go heavy in the paint,
I'll go heavy on the dank
You go heavy on the drink,
and gon' end up on your face
Not me, not me
But I, don't think
I'mma get my weed
No time soon
I'mma have to proceed
To consume the
first thing I see
A little OJ and
another Belvadee
Two shots for her,
two shots for me
The more that we booze,
the less that we see
Now that is more booze
than Apollo The-
-atre, up like
I'm big on the tree, later
Outside pissing
on the street, haters
Cops came through
on the creep, gave me
A ticket and a mufuckin' speech
And meanwhile on repeat
"Shots, shots, shots, shots"
I'm thinking stop,
it's not that deep, damn
Trying to give it all I got, got
And then I threw up
in the god damn sink,
that's weak
[Hook]
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur?
Got one shoe on,
and not the slightest clue,
where my cell phone is
[Verse 3: Wax]
There's an unfamiliar
ceiling in this place
With a very familiar
feeling of disgrace
As my eyes open up
for the first time after
Another blackout,
catastrophe, disaster
And captures the image
of the rafters above
And the cold concrete
on my back is enough
To wake me and make me
stand up in amazement
Where is this
unfinished basement?
How'd I get here,
I need to get home
But I can't leave
until I find my key
and my phone
Then I see a girl asleep
and alone in the corner
I walk toward her not knowing
for sure who she was
I just hoped that
her phone was on
And I ain't spoken to my girl,
I told her I would call her
Tapped on her cold shoulder,
when she rolled over,
I saw her, damn
My memory is better than I think
I remember last night,
had her bent over the sink
In the bathroom, staring
at her lower back tattoo
Flashback boom and
I'm back to the new
Back to the what now,
what am I gonna do
Picked up her phone
and dialed my own number to
See if I could hear it ringing,
and sure enough
It's on the floor
of the bathroom
with more of my stuff
Condom, keys and my wallet
An absent-minded
strategic alcoholic
Strategic cause the condom
wrapper was empty
Tip-toed out the door
kinda gently
[Hook]
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur?
Got one shoe on,
and not the slightest clue,
where my cell phone is