This song, produced by Brain Gang X'Zavier, was released in February of 2012 as part of a series of excellent singles titled “LOOSIES”. To date, it is the best depiction of a blacked out, bat-shit crazy night on the town – Dallas, for A.Dd+
[Slim Gravy]
Last night shit got crazy
Got wasted
Had like ten shots, maybe
Passed out with some lady
Woke up, I’m hung over
Smelling like throw up, still faded
Frustrated
Man, shit got crazy
All I remember is it started with a drank
That drank led to another, which led to another
Met a girl, got her number
Everythang after that's been erased
As I wake from my slumber in a place that I never been
With a bitch that I barely knew
I discovered I was in her bed tied up like a tennis shoe
Man, what the fuck did I get into?
I don’t know, man, my memory was gone with the drank
I was gone, went home with a yella bone skank
I didn’t know of her name, but I seen her before
Front of stage at a show, knew the words every song that we sang
(Lemme think)
I could barely remember a thang
All I know is right now I need aspirin
It’s gonna be hard for me to make this get away
Can somebody please tell me what happened?
(Hook)
Last night shit got crazy (x6)
[Paris Pershun]
Matter fact, whose condo is this?
Hold up, condom wrappers all over
Who’s this chick hanging off the sofa
What happened last night, did I bend her over?
Did I get into a fight?
Got blood on my Nikes, consequences of living that life
Can’t remember shit, and my watch is missing
And I’m still fucked up, got blurry vision
Last thing I remember…
Shit, not a lot
We was pouring up, taking shots
I remember stumbling through a parking lot
But I can’t recollect if it was dark or not
If I was by myself, if I needed help
Was I obnoxious? Was I screaming?
Man, I’m sure someone would’ve called the cops
Come to think of it, mayne, where the fuck is my phone?
Let me text Slim, so I can get home
Battery’s dead, and I couldn’t even text
‘Cause to my surprise, both of my thumbs was gone
All of a sudden my mind went blank
In the distance heard the voice of a caramel skank
The bitch had a whip in the left hand, knife in the right
And I couldn’t even fight, welcome to the night life
(Hook)