Artist: Wale & A-Trak Album: Festivus Song: Girls On Drugs Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: excerpt from the TV show "Seinfeld"] "Hey! Happy Festivus everyone! Hehehe!" [Chorus One 4X: sample of Janet Jackson's "Go Deep"] "We go deep and we don't get no sleep" "Cause we be up all night until the early light" [Wale - over Chorus One] I promise you ain't never really freak out Until you be out at freak hours and see each and every freak out from free couch to free couch, let's see 'bout it No crazies... ay, blue moon in the mu'fuckin sky tonight [Wale] Man these niggas ain't serious... Do you know what type of women I've been dealin' with? ... I used to pop blues with my lil' bitch I call her boo cause her real one I will forget I use a Uber to scoop me the SLS What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib? Oh no, these niggas ain't serious... Do you know what type of bitches I've been dealin' with? ... Try to tell me Adderall make her get a rush Used to use it to study until she fell in love Told me that lil buzz just make her think a lot Told her "Nah you lyin' cause you don't eat enough" Nah nah nah, these women ain't serious... She sprinkled a little somethin' up in her lip... Start sippin' and now she sweatin', her lips clenched Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip I'm tryin' to get me a real woman to take out But for now, they're wild, they rather get it in [Chorus Two: Wale - overlapping Chorus One] Girls on drugs Girls on dru-u-ugs Girls on drugs, pills and subs When them beers ain't enou-ou-ough, they still need love [Chorus One] [Wale] Heeey.. in her purse, where her hand go? Hey She disperse by the handful, hey Coco make her go up Nothin', poppin', pop a Xan when she layin' low Bars to break, so many bars to break She at the Grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fake She like "Oh my God, I'm on the moon and shit" And my particular moon like a platoon and shit You know the niggas I be dealin' with... Politicians and niggas livin' it on the rip... And my position to give this shit to little kids is not official unless I'm givin' them authentic We're all livin' with small demons, we're all sinnin', it's all similar Broads with us and they bong hittin' Let me tell you about the bitches I've been chillin' with... The really insecure ones look good as shit... Nothin' fill the void of a little pill A little shot, she ain't shy when the shit spill And it's hard to feel alive when you're feeling dead inside Beside that the limelight be so real Let me tell you about the bitches that I kick it with... Told me nobody love her and so she cut her wrist... Not enough for the hospital but cut it close That's why she want to get high because she's feelin' low Told me pour me a vodka, pill and little smoke So I could numb her insides and we will never know [Chorus One] - 2.25X [Chorus Two] - 2X while overlapping Chorus One