Full on drinks, I'm lovin' this party, call a cab because I can hardly
Stand, I'm gonna, gonna flop
In the mornin', might say I'm sorry for the things I drew on in Sharpie
Quite a lotta, lotta dongs
I'm sure it's a good thing, good thing, good thing
It's a real good thing, good thing, good thing

That I cannot find a clock, I'm s'pposed to be goin' home
Really want to go-o-o, the booze can't keep on, keep on flowin'
No, the lights are a little bit too bright
Where'd the exit go-o-o? I'm pleadin', don't prevent me goin' home

I'm pleadin', don't prevent me goin' home
I'm pleadin', don't prevent me goin' home

Kinda hopin' that I'm just too high, I'm not scopin' a way out, ain't right
Get me, get me out this hole
5 AM and this joint's still goin', big ol' loop of dancin' commotion
Where's the, where's the parkin' lot?
Not sure it's a good thing, good thing, good thing
Not a real good thing, good thing, good thing

That I've gone through doors a lot but none want me goin' home
Gone in circles, blo-o-ows, why is the exit never showin'?
Don't much like the DJ's obnoxious vibe
"Let's go 'til we blo-o-ow!" I'm pleadin', someone better take me home

I'm pleadin', someone better take me home
I'm pleadin', someone better take me home

Beats may have the tightest flow, still wanna be goin' home
Because you can't kno-o-ow what good times are if they keep flowin'
Up all night for seven straight weeks, feels like
Dark magic's invo-o-olved 'cause otherwise I should be goin' home

Home
I'm pleadin', don't prevent me goin' home
This is some bad cosmic joke
I'm pleadin', someone better take me home