The Hangover (Sesta Remix)

[Hook: 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

[Verse 1: Trials]

(Check, one, two, uh, yo,)

Yo, my head hurts from a nine to five desk clerk

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 the rehab, I'd only relapse

I don't need jack shit, I only need jacks

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 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 settling down I was out settling debts in a cold sweat feeling like

[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Sesta]

You tell 'em that you're giving 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 em and run

Or do you, cut your losses or richy rich offers

'N shit 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 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 admittable criminal

Oh, there go the lights no control headed for the pole

[Hook: 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

[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'll be get down with this chick but not down with her shtick (clique?)

So I guess that I'm sticking to hitting 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, Stumbling south side

Back to my Mom's in that Hackemhood

Feeling like damaged goods, head spliting like an atom should

On the grass 'til I'm spewing up bread

To jump on the wagon, then I do it again like

[Hook: 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