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[Verse Now have you ever been faded, Woke up at the crib and wondered how you it? Late to the job you so faded You walk in at and try to masquerade it Like, "Awe man, I'm feelin' the weather." But your co-workers laughin' cause they all better You got a And it ain't over not quite drunk, but you sho' ain't sober Weekend Should ate your Wheaties Night Fever gave your ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s Or bubble all doubled up Head feelin' you caught a Mike Tyson uppercut You up Get shit together You can't keep doin' this forever Runnin' to the bathroom every five Every time that you throw up, you claimin' you finished you swear you bout to quit But as as Friday come time to get lit Tequilla shots, lemon drops, on the table tops You when you're really drunk? When you say not "I ain't faded, why is trippin'?" Pulled your pee pee out on the dance and started pissin' And you call yourself a man You one step from a twelve step program