Cultifornia

woke up this morning don't remember much just blank memory hope i didn't **** up too much my ****rts ripped and my glasses are bent started out with a fifty now i only got 50 cents left my minds in a state of distress sometimes the bottle gets in the way of progress blind eye to the nights proceedings phone # written on my hand someone i don't remember meeting pounding in my head, empty feeling take a hit from the spliff before i even start to dealing but i'm still standing, after all 10 rounds it was me or the bottle, someone had to get knocked out i hung around until i got hungover then i crashed out in cultifornia i'm slowing down so the bottle can catch up i may be lazy but i know what’s up its just clothes and bottles on the floor keys hanging from the lock in the open front door day is dawning but the suns too bright for me hazy memory of some **** trying to fight me or was that me trying fight him? it don't matter that ****t's last nights problem girlfriend still passed out on the bed stars in my eyes pounding in my head i hit the streets looking for salvation, instead i just get an exchange of misinformation don't expect a thing to get handed to me but sometimes you gotta shut your brain down to keep your sanity