guess what? i ain't coming in yet. i'll come in a minute
ayo.this is my love song.it goes like this
back when mark wahlberg was marky mark
this is how we used to make the party start
we used to mix hen' with bacardi dark
and when it kicks in you can hardly talk
and by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
and you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
and my prediction is you're gon' probably fall
either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
and everything's spinning
you're beginnin' to think women
are swimming in pink linen again in the sink
then in a couple of minutes
that bottle of guinness is finished
you are now allowed to officially slap bitches
you have the right to remain violent and start wilin'
start a fight with the same guy that was smart-eyein' you
over the island and cause a 42-car pile-up
looking for life on this planet
all i can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
and i'm so high that i might die if i go by it
i've just vanished without a trace
i'm going to a pretty place
now where the flowers grow
i'll be back in an hour or so
'cause every time i go to try to leave
someone keeps pullin' on my sleeve
these drugs really got a hold of me
'cause every time i try to tell them no"