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What's up, y'all?
It's your boy LD
A.K.A. The Original Pancake
I'm going the fuck out tonight

Off work, 'bout to get trashed
Me and my crew all
about to get ass
Sam coming through
with a bottle of the Cap
Me and Dean 'bout to tube,
Mark taking out the trash
Clean up my room, bitches
'bout to peep that
Peeing, getting groomed,
bitches 'bout to eat that
Dean shave my neck,
thanks, man, I need that
Read through my text,
then I itch my kneecap
Now I gotta play
the game right with Liz
Top prospect,
met the other night
through Tinder
Eight o'clock so I think
it's only right I hit her
With a "what you got on tap
for the night?", delivered
While I wait Imma pick a shirt
Ain't nobody wearing plaid
so I claim it first
Mark got a little sad
cause his favorite shirt's
plaid but fuck him
He knows I back off
in a reverse
Now I'm taking a shot
and we drinking
and popping a bottle
And thinking of
all the bitches
we gon' haul in
Sam say I know
a house party
and it's popping
Bet Imma cop some weird
head, Dennis Rodman
Oh, yeah, we plotting

This is a pregame
It's a pregame
A classic male pregame
Not a weekday
So this is when we take
Shots and we chasing
alternate DJs
And that we pray cause

This is a pregame
It's a pregame
A classic male pregame
Not a weekday
So this is when we take
Shots and we chasing
alternate DJs
And that we pray cause

Aye, pour me another shot,
God damn it
I'm tryna get to a place
where I can talk to
these bitches
I got seven shots in me,
three condoms on me
and immeasurable hope

Ten o'clock,
words getting slurred
Another shot, Sam's tryna hurry
Mark's not, says he isn't worried
He ain't tryna spend hella
bread at the clurb
Call him out,
"since when you using clurb,
faggot"
Mark pouts, something
like a herb rabbit
Dean smiles,
we been doing work
Pretty turnt,
think he blacked out
Lil Dicky burp loud
Peep phone, what the fuck,
she ain't text back
Pretty close to considering
a text back
Spilling Coke on my shirt
that's a red flag
Now I gotta change,
Mark knows put
his best plaid on
We debating the top ten
in the NBA
Disagreeing alot about
Lamarcus A
Shawshank
Redemption popped on,
attention all on
Sam was like,
"nah, the party called off"
I already got a Lyft,
I'm going out to a bar
Then Mark pulled out a spliff,
temptation very hard
You know I couldn't resist,
we blazing, now the car here

This is a pregame
It's a pregame
A classic male pregame
Not a weekday
So this is when we take
Shots and we
chasing alternate DJs
And that we pray cause

And we get fucked up
And we all feel rushed
And our plans fall through
And we in bad moods

Man, what time is it?
12:24? And the bars close at 2,
lights on like 1:30
Let me just think for
like a second

Sam like,
"we gotta go, cause the car here"
Mark like, "I don't know,
what's the bar deal?"
Dean like, "I'm on a roll
in Guitar Hero"
Dicky looking like he about
to choke on his lamb gyro
Sam looking let down,
'bout to go berserk
Mark put his sweats on,
now he rolling purp
Dean blacked out,
he ain't even on the earth
I was like, "Sam,
I was with it
with my other shirt"
Sam bounced, he's like,
"fuck it, I'm out"
Me and Mark smoke a blunt,
Dean stuck on the ground
Text Liz, "what the fuck?",
even snuck in a frown
I get the spins high and drunk,
I throw up in the shower
Now I'm jerking off inside
a condom (I do that)
I text my ex say,
"I miss you often" (true that)
Sam back, it's not even one yet,
he a dumb mess
He about to be a problem
I ain't even tripping,
I'm Tindering
All of a sudden I'm blinking,
I'm squinting
It's saying it's six
in the morning
I'm stinking, I'm still
in the same shit
from last night
Got a text from Mark saying:
"I ain't mad, but I know
you'll clean the bath, right?"

This is a pregame
It's a pregame
A classic male pregame
Not a weekday
So this is when we take
Shots and we chasing
alternate DJs
And that we pray cause

And we get too drunk
And we don't have fun
Then we eat too much
And the next day sucks