[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.
Every morning, every morning's a hangover, the headaches in heart, the headaches in heart
[Verse 1 - Trials]
(Check, one two, uh, yo,)
Yo, my head hurts from the night, the fight desk clerk,
The super drunk in the Technicolor sweat shirt.
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 Jack's, 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.
Every morning, every morning's a hangover, the headaches in heart, the headaches in heart
[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 risk the 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 to an ends, you need to ring all your friends,
And meet 'em in the back in need of revenge.
But he a Beast see, and you a dumb fuck, he outsmarted 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.
Every morning, every morning's a hangover, the headaches in heart, the headaches in heart
[Verse 3 - Trials)
Man I hate the hang over,
See this rash that I got is the reason the youth rang sober
I drink 'till it's lights out on the night out,
My head hit the tub (---Missing Lyrics---).
Send me to rehab with Whinehouse,
I could get down with this shit, but not down with the sticks
So I guess that I'm stickin' to hittin' the hard liqour.
Never met my real dad, Jack Daniel is 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 we eager till I feel like superman,
Underwear on the outside, Stumblin' south side.
Back to my Mom's in that Hack N' Hood rhythm
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.
Every morning, every morning's a hangover, the headaches in heart, the headaches in heart