The Hangover

[Chorus (Extended): Trials] 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 thinking 'bout giving it up You're like no, it's the hangover, it's the hangover It's the hangover "Every [?]— Every [?] the hangover and the headache seem harder" [Verse 1: Trials] (Check One, two, uh, yo) Yo, my head hurts from a nine to five desk clerk Who's super drunk in a technicoloured sweatshirt Last night's dinner, my liver love liquor Like a big tipper, like a stripper, like a stick figure (Oh) Fuck a rehab, I'd only relapse I don't need jack shit, I only need Jack's Spilling my drink like Hansel Gretel 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 trunk Me and Jono 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 Empire Strikes Back Head in the clouds, while you were settling down I was out settling debts in a cold sweat feeling like [Chorus: Trials] 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 thinking 'bout giving it up You're like no, it's the hangover, it's the hangover It's the hangover "Every [?]— Every [?] the hangover and the headache seem harder" [Verse 2: Sesta] Yeah, yeah You tell 'em that you're giving it up But you're like no, grinnin' while they're filling you up You only feel it when get no feeling, even it up With every other demon inside, you feed 'em and run Or do you, cut your losses or ritzy rich offers 'N shit you need without risks You're spilling a drip, but he called you a bitch, blew your buzz, huh? Bet he gonna pay later when the club's 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 BC, 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're a literal criminal Oh, there go the lights, no control, headed for the pole [Chorus: Trials] 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 thinking 'bout giving it up You're like no, it's the hangover, it's the hangover It's the hangover "Every [?]— Every [?] the hangover and the headache seem harder" [Verse 3: Hons] Man, I hate the hangover See this rash that I got is the reason to use the wang sober I drink till it's lights out on the night out My head hit the tiles I'm throwing out losing pie gow Send me to rehab with Winehouse I could get down with this chick but not down with her shtick So I guess that I'll stick to hitting the hard liquor 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, stumbling south side Back to my mum's in that Haggum hood Feeling like damaged goods, head splitting like an atom should On the grass till I'm spewing up bread To jump on the wagon and then do it again like [Chorus: Trials] 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 thinking 'bout giving it up You're like no, it's the hangover, it's the hangover It's the hangover "Every [?]— Every [?] the hangover and the headache seem harder"