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"
