[Chorus]
(Oh)
Wake up time to work, you're like, (No)
Fuck that fire me first
For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems
Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh)
Wake up time to work, you're like, (No)
Fuck that fire me first
For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems
Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh)
You're thinkin' 'bout givin' it up you're like, (No)
It's the hangover, it's the hangover, it's the hangover
[Verse 1 - Trials]
(Check, one, two, uh, yo,)
Yo, my head hurts from a night, fight the desk clerk
Super drunk and I'll take the coloured sweat shirt
My last night's dinner, my liver love liquor, like a big tipper
Like a stripper, like a stick figure
(Oh), Fuck the rehab, I'd only relapse, I don't need jack shit
I only need jacks, spillin' my drink like Hansel with her breadcrumbs
Find my way back to the bar when I'm dead drunk
Pop the lid off a bottle of sud, like a thief in the night pop the lock off a truck
Me and Don are in the city, coppers locking us up
Don't know what to do, like, keep blowing off like were junk
And just like that!
What was once a night cap, turned into the last scene of the empire strikes back
Head in the clouds, while you were sagging down I out settling debts in a cold sweat feeling like
[Chorus]
(Oh)
Wake up time to work, you're like, (No)
Fuck that fire me first
For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems
Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh)
You're thinkin' 'bout givin' it up you're like, (No)
It's the hangover, it's the hangover, it's the hangover
[Verse 2 - Trials]
(Yeah, yeah)
You tell 'em that you're givin' it up
But you're like, (No)
Boo them while they're feeling you up
You only feel it when get no feeling, even it up
With every other demon inside, you feed it and run
Well do you, cut your losses or richy rich offers
'N shit shit you need without risks
Your spilling a drip, but he called you a bitch blew your buzz up
Bet he gonna pay later when the clubs shut
Now it's a mean or an ends, you need to ring all your friends
And meet 'em in the back in need of revenge
But he a BC, and you a dumb fuck, he out smarted you, better run son
You better jump in the car before they bury you
But you ain't get very far, and hit someone in the dark now
You a minimal criminal
Oh, there go the lights no control headed for the pole
[Chorus]
(Oh)
Wake up time to work, you're like, (No)
Fuck that fire me first
For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems
Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh)
You're thinkin' 'bout givin' it up you're like, (No)
It's the hangover, it's the hangover, it's the hangover
[Verse 3 - Trials)
Man I hate the hang over
See this rash that I got is the reason the youth remain sober
I drink 'till it's lights out on the night out
Send me to rehab with Whinehouse
So I guess that I'm stickin' to hittin' the hard liqour
Never met my real dad, Jack Daniels my father figure
I drink 'till I'm past bitter
It don't take away the pain, it just cover it up, like a masked figure
So I Jaeger till I feel like superman
Underwear on the outside, Stumblin' south side
Back to my Mom's in that Hackemhood
Feelin' like damaged goods, head splitin' like an atom should
On the grass 'till I'm spewin' up bread
To jump on the wagon, then I do it again like
[Chorus]
(Oh)
Wake up time to work, you're like, (No)
Fuck that fire me first
For all the headaches, debt, stress, problems
Whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves 'em. (Oh)
You're thinkin' 'bout givin' it up you're like, (No)
It's the hangover, it's the hangover, it's the hangover
