Grandeur

Woke up on a couch, I don't know the house, and next to a bottle of Jamie

I'm scoping around, my coat on the ground, the window be cloudy and rainy

Hungover and now my memory foggy and hazy

Remember the party, the blow, the Bacardi, I know I'm recalling it faintly

Minute I'm out, floor it, I'm driving at eighty

Pretending my head isn't spinning around, 'cause really I doubt it'll faze me

Blunt in my mouth and my head in the clouds, I feel like I'm out of it lately

Living the wildest daydream

Loaded and off of the safety

God I have got to be crazy

(Yeah) hit the crib to get dessert, begin it with a little flower (flour)

Sip a little bit of syrup, let it get to work, sitting for an hour