Texty písní Devin the Dude

Devin the Dude

I Can't Make It Home

I can't make it home

One blunt, one more shot of a patron

I'm lit, I can't make it home

Cops right behind me

I might be gone!

I can't make it home

One blunt, one more shot of a patron

I'm lit, I can't make it home

Cops right behind me

I might be gone!

I can't make it home

I know I just left your crib

But, I'm about to make the block and come back

It's too hot over here, matter of fact

Police behind me right now and shit!

I'm kinda' bent

I'm glad I got tint

Damn! I hope they don't try to tow my shit!

I should've chilled, though

No, them patron shots

See, I drink Crown Royal

That's my drink!

Know what I'm talkin' about?

But, nevertheless, I gotta' stay between the lines

'Cause if I trip, then I dip

Then if I swerve one more time

They gonna be...

On my ass

Like white on rice

Like shit on grass

So I grab what I have and stash it

I got the time for no harassment

(I can't make it home)

Aww, shit!

Aww, damn, baby, I'm gonna have to call you back

Yeah, they're pullin' me over

(Excuse me, sir - you sober?)

I can't make it home

One blunt, one more shot of a patron

I'm lit, I can't make it home

Cops right behind me

I might be gone!

I can't make it home

One blunt, one more shot of a patron

I'm lit, I can't make it home

Cops right behind me

I might be gone!

I can't make it home

Yeah, they got me

He tried to pull me

Out the car, I had to resist

He almost shot me

But, I'm cool

He found a blunt, it wasn't burnin'

But he smelled it and he checked it

I had a warrant in East Texas

So I was cuffed and stuffed

In the back of the car

He didn't report the cigar

I guess he thought I was a star

But we drove real far

Fo' about six hours

I really had to piss, my wrist no longer had power

Couldn't even take a shower

Surrounded by niggas

I'll only be there a couple of hours, I figured

As far as the weed, I think he kept it and he smoked it

But he got me on a DUI and I'm on some broke shit

So I'm a need you to go down to the bail bondsman, y'know

And try to come up with a few funds

And hurry up and run down here

And get me outta this one!

Hello?

I can't make it home

One blunt, one more shot of a patron

I'm lit, I can't make it home

Cops right behind me

I might be gone!

I can't make it home

One blunt, one more shot of a patron

I'm lit, I can't make it home

Cops right behind me

I might be gone!

I can't make it home

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... I can't make it home

One blunt, one more shot...