Cultifornia

<br>woke up this morning don`t remember much<br>just blank memory hope i didn`t fuck up too much<br>my shirts ripped and my glasses are bent<br>started out with a fifty now i only got 50 cents left<br>my minds in a state of distress<br>sometimes the bottle gets in the way of progress<br>blind eye to the nights proceedings<br>phone # written on my hand someone i don`t remember meeting<br>pounding in my head, empty feeling<br>take a hit from the spliff before i even start to dealing<br>but i`m still standing, after all 10 rounds<br>it was me or the bottle, someone had to get knocked out<br><br>i hung around until i got hungover<br>then i crashed out in cultifornia<br>i`m slowing down so the bottle can catch up<br>i may be lazy but i know what`s up<br><br>its just clothes and bottles on the floor<br>keys hanging from the lock in the open front door<br>day is dawning but the suns too bright for me<br>hazy memory of some fuck trying to fight me<br>or was that me trying fight him?<br>it don`t matter that shit`s last nights problem<br>girlfriend still passed out on the bed<br>stars in my eyes pounding in my head i hit the streets<br>looking for salvation, instead i just get an exchange of misinformation<br>don`t expect a thing to get handed to me<br>but sometimes you gotta shut your brain down to keep your sanity