Hold My Liquor

I hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town
I'm on to Indiana
I heard in the radio now

I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my bitches
And my bitches they can't control me
You say you know me, my bitches
But you really just know the old me

Bitch I'm back out my coma
Wakin' up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover
Slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla
I'm hangin' on a hangover
Five years we been over
Ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya

Baby girl, he's a loner
Baby girl, he's a loner
Late night organ donor
After that he disown ya
After that he's just hopeless
Soul mates become soulless
When it's over it's over
And bitch, I'm back out my coma