Cell Phone (feat. Breezy Lovejoy & Wax)歌词

Cell Phone（feat Breezy Lovejoy） - Dumbfoundead
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue where my cell phone is
What was the name I was definitely on one
Ronda Miranda or Sandra
Shouldn't have mixed that light with the dark rum
Now I'm in the bathroom throwing up a lung
Gotta make a run for that Gatorade punch
Head pounding on the one like an 808 drum
Gotta grab Pho hangover 101
It soaks it all up you should know that bruh
Pocket full of numbers covered in **** crumbs
I'm a lover not a fighter why my knuckles feel numb
No pun intended but I really feel dumb--founded
On my neighbors front lawn throwing up
Seems last night I was acting like a fool
Tagged Facebook pictures of me jumping in a pool
Wearing nothing but a hat and my birthday suit
I was smashed to the max on a work day too
But I looked overjoyed in my polaroid pics
With my mustache fresh looking like a koi fish
My swag turned up on that soulja boy ****
Feeling real good about my bad choices
Who in the world is the girl in my bed
Who's the dude on the couch with dreads
And why in the hell was I drinking so much
Shoulda stuck with the **** like Breezy told us
Now I'm looking for the Folgers awake from a coma
Making my way through empty bottles of Corona
Follow the aroma it leads to the doja
Roll up smoke up and do it all over
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue where my cell phone is
Friday night just got paid
Brand new fit clean boy shave
Feeling good pregame my place
The homies came through with a gang of fade
They said they're trying to get loose in a major way
So they sip grey goose no juice just straight
(What it do young buck pour a cup) I'm straight
I'm waiting on the tree I got fifty on the Z
Plus I ain't even ate
Ya'll go heavy in the paint I'll go heavy on the dank
You go heavy on the drink and gon' end up on your face
Not me not me
But I don't think I'mma get my ****
Some time soon I'mma have to proceed
To consume the first thing I see
A little OJ and another Belvadee
Two shots for her two shots for me
The more that we booze the less that we see
Now that is more booze than Apollo The-
-atre up like I'm big on the tree later
Outside pissing on the street haters
Cops came through on the creep gave me
A ticket and a ********' speech
And meanwhile I'mma pee
Shots shots shots shots
I'm thinking stop it's not that deep damn
Trying to give it all I got got
And then I threw up in the god damn
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue where my cell phone is
There's an unfamiliar ceiling in this place
With a very familiar feeling of disgrace
As my eyes open up for the first time after
Another blackout castrophe disaster
And captures the image of the rafters above
And the cold concrete on my back is enough
To wake me and make me stand up in amazement
Where is this unfinished basement
How'd I get here I need to get home
But I can't leave until I find my key and my phone
Then I see a girl asleep and alone in the corner
I walk toward her not knowing for sure who she was
I just hoped that her phone was on
And I ain't spoken to my girl I told her I would call her
Tapped on her cold shoulder when she rolled over I saw her damn
My memory is better than I think
I remember last night had her bent over the sink
In the bathroom staring at her lower back tattoo
Flashback boom and I'm back to the new
Back to the what now what am I gonna do
Picked up her phone and dialed my own number to
See if I could hear it ringing and sure enough
It's on the floor of the bathroom with more of my stuff
Condom keys and my wallet
An absent-minded strategic alcoholic
Strategic cause the condom wrapper was empty
Tip-toed out the door kinda gently
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue where my cell phone is

[00:00.57]Cell Phone（feat Breezy Lovejoy） - Dumbfoundead
[00:02.59]Woke up so dizzy
[00:17.16]Drunk and hungover
[00:18.92]Can't find my house keys
[00:21.44]Who was the chauffeur
[00:23.04]Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue where my cell phone is
[00:28.81]What was the name I was definitely on one
[00:33.97]Ronda Miranda or Sandra
[00:35.76]Shouldn't have mixed that light with the dark rum
[00:38.20]Now I'm in the bathroom throwing up a lung
[00:39.95]Gotta make a run for that Gatorade punch
[00:41.85]Head pounding on the one like an 808 drum
[00:43.71]Gotta grab Pho hangover 101
[00:44.97]It soaks it all up you should know that bruh
[00:47.86]Pocket full of numbers covered in **** crumbs
[00:49.72]I'm a lover not a fighter why my knuckles feel numb
[00:52.05]No pun intended but I really feel dumb--founded
[00:53.74]On my neighbors front lawn throwing up
[00:55.62]Seems last night I was acting like a fool
[00:57.74]Tagged Facebook pictures of me jumping in a pool
[01:00.03]Wearing nothing but a hat and my birthday suit
[01:02.02]I was smashed to the max on a work day too
[01:04.33]But I looked overjoyed in my polaroid pics
[01:05.68]With my mustache fresh looking like a koi fish
[01:08.06]My swag turned up on that soulja boy ****
[01:09.77]Feeling real good about my bad choices
[01:11.47]Who in the world is the girl in my bed
[01:13.81]Who's the dude on the couch with dreads
[01:15.47]And why in the hell was I drinking so much
[01:17.76]Shoulda stuck with the **** like Breezy told us
[01:19.72]Now I'm looking for the Folgers awake from a coma
[01:21.86]Making my way through empty bottles of Corona
[01:23.68]Follow the aroma it leads to the doja
[01:25.75]Roll up smoke up and do it all over
[01:28.43]Woke up so dizzy
[01:29.37]Drunk and hungover
[01:30.55]Can't find my house keys
[01:33.37]Who was the chauffeur
[01:34.90]
[01:35.77]Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue where my cell phone is
[01:40.74]Friday night just got paid
[01:45.56]Brand new fit clean boy shave
[01:47.49]Feeling good pregame my place
[01:49.44]The homies came through with a gang of fade
[01:51.60]They said they're trying to get loose in a major way
[01:53.85]So they sip grey goose no juice just straight
[01:55.40](What it do young buck pour a cup) I'm straight
[01:57.59]I'm waiting on the tree I got fifty on the Z
[01:59.82]Plus I ain't even ate
[02:01.88]Ya'll go heavy in the paint I'll go heavy on the dank
[02:04.11]You go heavy on the drink and gon' end up on your face
[02:06.11]Not me not me
[02:07.17]But I don't think I'mma get my ****
[02:09.12]Some time soon I'mma have to proceed
[02:10.84]To consume the first thing I see
[02:12.96]A little OJ and another Belvadee
[02:14.40]Two shots for her two shots for me
[02:16.32]The more that we booze the less that we see
[02:18.27]
[02:18.95]Now that is more booze than Apollo The-
[02:21.10]-atre up like I'm big on the tree later
[02:23.88]Outside pissing on the street haters
[02:25.54]Cops came through on the creep gave me
[02:27.71]A ticket and a ********' speech
[02:29.23]And meanwhile I'mma pee
[02:31.91]Shots shots shots shots
[02:33.55]I'm thinking stop it's not that deep damn
[02:35.36]
[02:36.57]Trying to give it all I got got
[02:38.36]And then I threw up in the god damn
[02:39.80]Woke up so dizzy
[02:40.87]Drunk and hungover
[02:42.38]Can't find my house keys
[02:45.26]Who was the chauffeur
[02:46.81]Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue where my cell phone is
[02:52.27]There's an unfamiliar ceiling in this place
[02:57.41]With a very familiar feeling of disgrace
[02:59.24]As my eyes open up for the first time after
[03:01.71]Another blackout castrophe disaster
[03:03.11]And captures the image of the rafters above
[03:05.50]And the cold concrete on my back is enough
[03:07.73]To wake me and make me stand up in amazement
[03:09.92]Where is this unfinished basement
[03:11.32]How'd I get here I need to get home
[03:13.96]But I can't leave until I find my key and my phone
[03:16.21]Then I see a girl asleep and alone in the corner
[03:18.18]I walk toward her not knowing for sure who she was
[03:20.23]I just hoped that her phone was on
[03:21.62]And I ain't spoken to my girl I told her I would call her
[03:23.94]Tapped on her cold shoulder when she rolled over I saw her damn
[03:27.67]My memory is better than I think
[03:29.80]I remember last night had her bent over the sink
[03:31.80]In the bathroom staring at her lower back tattoo
[03:33.76]Flashback boom and I'm back to the new
[03:35.66]Back to the what now what am I gonna do
[03:38.08]Picked up her phone and dialed my own number to
[03:40.30]See if I could hear it ringing and sure enough
[03:42.51]It's on the floor of the bathroom with more of my stuff
[03:44.48]Condom keys and my wallet
[03:45.44]An absent-minded strategic alcoholic
[03:47.13]Strategic cause the condom wrapper was empty
[03:50.82]Tip-toed out the door kinda gently
[03:52.70]Woke up so dizzy
[03:53.58]Drunk and hungover
[03:54.53]Can't find my house keys
[03:57.28]Who was the chauffeur
[03:58.93]Got one shoe on and not the slightest clue where my cell phone is