Kanye West ☆ Hold My Liquor

I can hold my liquor
This man can’t handle me
But this man
can’t handle his weed
On Chicago south of town
I’m on in Indiana
I’m heard on the radio now
I can’t handle no liquor
But these bitches can’t handle me
I can’t control my niggas
And my niggas
they can’t control me
You say you know me my nigga
But you really
just know the old me
Bitch I’m back out my coma
waking up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover
slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay I smashed your Corolla
I’m hanging on a hangover
Five years we been over
ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
one more fuck and I can own ya
One cold night in October
pussy had me floating
Feel like Deepak Chopra
pussy had me dead
Might call 2Pac over
Yeezy’s all on you sofa
these the red Octobers
Still ain’t learn me no manners
you love me when I ain’t sober
You love me when I’m hungover
even when I blow doja
Then her auntie came over
skinny bitch with no shoulders
Tellin’ you that I’m bogus
bitch you don’t even know us
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 he’s sober it’s over and
bitch I’m back out my coma
Callin’ up your uncle’s place
Shit’s all over the place
I don’t hear your phone
Ohhh on the phone
I can’t handle no liquor
But these bitches can’t handle me
I can’t control my niggas
And my niggas
they can’t control me
You say you know me my nigga
But you really
just know the old me
I heard you need a new fad
I heard you need a new stack
I heard you need a new phone
I know your ‘rents ain’t be home
Callin’ up your uncle’s place
Shit’s all over the place
I don’t hear your phone
Ohhh on the phone