Daisy please,
Tell me where the fuck you stashed that
Remington you bought with Christmas cash
I know why I need some shit to pass the time with
shoot that eye up out the motherfuckin' sky
And all my friends yeah they come through when it's sunny
young black kid born under a damn rain cloud
Oh my god, they snorting Vikes up in the park lot
I know why I hit the bottle with Saint Thomas

Yeah, some people got real problems
where's the bottom haven't found yet
where's that bottle haven't found it yeah

and I know why I keep waiting up at night
Yeah I know why, yeah I keep waiting up for someone
To call me and tell me I'm everything they want
When I'm nothing but caught up
Right there in the scuffle of every thing I hate
Is circling 'round those things you do
Well, I'll see you in the morning
Well I mean the Fucking afternoon,
Well I know
Yeah I know
Yeah I know

Ooo,
Well I'll see you in
Ooo,
Yeah I see you in
Ooo,
Well I'll see you in the morning
Really means the fucking afternoon

Daisy please,
Tell me where the fuck you stashed that
Remington you bought with Christmas cash
I know why I need some shit to pass the time with
Shoot that eye up out the motherfucking sky
And all my friends yeah they come through when it's sunny
Young black kid born under a damn rain cloud
Oh my god, they snorting Vikes up in the park lot
I know why I hit the bottom with Saint Thomas

Does this fucker have a bottom?
Where's the bottom haven't found it, yeah?
Where's that bottle haven't found it yet
Does this fucker have a bottom?