I Can't Make It Home

Devin The Dude

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    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?)

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    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

    I can't make it home
    One blunt, one more shot...

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    Composition: Devin Copeland

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