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[Intro] “Hey, my lo–” “Hey, my lo–” “Hey, my lo–” “Hey, my love-ove” “I truly fucked up-up” “But that’s why I called – what am I sayin’, I’m just drunk”, shit [Bridge: Towelie & Eric Cartman] Been a long time You just have no long-term memory ‘cause you get high all the time Don’t preach to me, fatso I can preach to you all I want ‘cause you're stupid You're stupid Yeah, but you're a towel You're a towel [Verse 1] I bring my mind to the altar All the kids without some fathers Lord, I might’ve fucked up I’m debatin’, should I call her, like [Verse 2] “Hey, my love” “I truly fucked up” “But that’s why I called – what am I sayin’, I’m just drunk”, shit [Verse 3] Huffin’ mid trash off some Styrofoam Playin’ Space Invadеrs, makin’ music offa xylophones Maybe I should take a brеak from life an’ just stay at home Why can’t I decay, rot away, be left alone? (Don’t forget to bring a towel) [Verse 4] Me an’ Bluhnts playin’ games of skate Star just in the woods, rippin’ bowls, just tryna get baked Skum cookin’ beats, after that, he gonna cop an eighth Beni plottin’, schemin’, see the world an’ fuckin’ dominate, shit (Don’t forget to bring a towel) HC blowin’ up at alarmin’ rates I’m just busy at my job, tryna cook some fuckin’ steaks Hit casinos at the club, and maybe we can up the stakes Lazy with my drops, people askin’, “Hey, where’s the tape?” [Bridge] New tape soon, but I jus' been lazy lately, bruh, at this point, shit Fuck [Verse 5] I bring my mind to the altar All the kids without some fathers Lord, I might’ve fucked up I’m debatin’, should I call her, like [Verse 6] “Hey, my love” “I truly fucked up” “But that’s why I called – what am I sayin’, I’m just drunk”, shit Huffin’ mid trash off some Styrofoam Playin’ Space Invaders, makin’ music offa xylophones Maybe I should take a break from life an’ just stay at home Why can’t I decay, rot away, be left alone? [Verse 7] Me an’ Bluhnts playin’ games of skate Star just in the woods, rippin’ bowls, just tryna get baked Skum cookin’ beats, after that, he gonna cop an eighth Beni plottin’, schemin’, see the world an’ fuckin’ dominate, shit HC blowin’ up at alarmin’ rates I’m just busy at my job, tryna cook some fuckin’ steaks Hit casinos at the club, and maybe we can up the stakes Lazy with my drops, people askin’, “Hey, where’s the tape?”