Drugged - J. Dash

Hah, okay so

A lot of people ask me why

Why don’t I drink?

And a lot of people guess it might be for religious reasons and that’s not the

case

I just had a bad experience

You really wanna know?

Alright, so this how the story go, look

Went into the club to rock a show real quick

Then smoke a bird ain’t drink no liq'

Got up to spit, rockin' my new clothes and kicks

I remembered that chick that sat on that sofa

I sure done forgot what I told her

And she put her hands on my shoulder

And then I drink all of my soda

And it all went out of control, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

E’rybody started movin' real slow, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And then I started talkin' real low, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And now I can’t remember no mo', whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

(Drugged!) Woke up called Kitty on the cell

Told her come and get me I’m in ATL

(So where are you exactly?) Dog, I can’t tell

My head’s still spinnin', can’t think too well I’m

I’m (drugged) I think I woke up on a bench

I got a couple dollars and a wrench

A paper clip and a lil' lint

And 'bout half of a Mento mint

I’m (drugged) look, I just want to get home

Hop on the MARTA and get, get gone

Reached in my pocket to pull out my wallet and

Shoot, my wallet gone

(Drugged) A’ight, Dash, take a breath

Get it together and retrace yo' steps

This is not what I had on when I left

And why am I wet?

Look, all I know is that I

Went into the club to rock a show real quick

Then smoke a bird ain’t drink no liq'

Got up to spit, rockin' my new clothes and kicks

I remembered that chick that sat on that sofa

I sure done forgot what I told her

And she put her hands on my shoulder

And then I drink all of my soda

And it all went out of control, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

E’rybody started movin' real slow, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And then I started talkin' real low, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And now I can’t remember no mo', whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

(Flashback) Here’s the nitty-gritty of the nitty-gritty

Me and Kitty took the sev'-fifty to another city

Pretty as a Playboy bunny (church)

Backside feelin' all gummy (church)

Ridin' down the road feelin' better than ever

She say she never had a brother that had treated her better

And whether the weather was better or not

Until death do us part, we would always be together (wait, what?)

(Blackout) Then I woke up in the same car

(Blackout) Then I woke up in the gay bar

(Blackout) Now I’m tweaked out, gettin' freaked out

Tryna figure out how I’m geeked off Spreete

Sprite, whatever I know that I’m never

Drinkin' after no heffer wearin' leather ever, again

Lord, Jesus, if you let me get through this, I promise

I’ll be at church every Sunday (amen)

Went into the club to rock a show real quick

Then smoke a bird ain’t drink no liq'

Got up to spit, rockin' my new clothes and kicks

I remembered that chick that sat on that sofa

I sure done forgot what I told her

And she put her hands on my shoulder

And then I drink all of my soda

And it all went out of control, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

E’rybody started movin' real slow, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And then I started talkin' real low, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And now I can’t remember no mo', whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Nah, bro, I’m tellin' you she was fine

Like Halle Berry fine, y’knamean?

And like, you would’ve never guessed she would’ve slipped somethin' in a dude

drink, y’know I’m sayin'?

Like one second in the club chillin' with her

Next thing I know I’m wakin' up on a park bench with a tattoo of a chicken wang

on my shoulder blade

And oh, my wallet gone

Y’know I’m sayin' like, how the hell I’m a get home now?

Luckily I still have some battery on my phone so I can call y’all up

But look, call Beeze up, tell 'em to have my car ready when I get to the

Haliford, y’know I’m sayin'?

I’m 'bout to get out of here