Classic Male Pregame Lyrics - Professional Rapper - Lil Dicky

What's up, y'all? 

It's your boy LD 

A.K.A. The Original Pancake 

I'm going the fuck out tonight 

Off work, 'bout to get trashed 

Me and my crew all about to get ass 

Sam coming through with a bottle of the Cap 

Me and Dean 'bout to tube, Mark taking out the trash 

Clean up my room, bitches 'bout to peep that 

Peeing, getting groomed, bitches 'bout to eat that 

Dean shave my neck, thanks, man, I need that 

Read through my text, then I itch my kneecap 

Now I gotta play the game right with Liz 

Top prospect, met the other night through Tinder 

Eight o'clock so I think it's only right I hit her 

With a "what you got on tap for the night?", delivered 

While I wait Imma pick a shirt 

Ain't nobody wearing plaid so I claim it first 

Mark got a little sad cause his favorite shirt's plaid but fuck him 

He knows I back off in a reverse 

Now I'm taking a shot and we drinking and popping a bottle 

And thinking of all the bitches we gon' haul in 

Sam say I know a house party and it's popping 

Bet Imma cop some weird head, Dennis Rodman 

Oh, yeah, we plotting 

Related 

27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

This is a pregame 

It's a pregame 

A classic male pregame 

Not a weekday 

So this is when we take 

Shots and we chasing alternate DJs 

And that we pray cause 

And we all get drunk 

And we get dressed up 

And we all buy gum 

And we all gon' fuck 

Aye, pour me another shot, God damn it 

I'm tryna get to a place where I can talk to these bitches 

I got seven shots in me, three condoms on me and immeasurable hope 

Photos 

Ten O Clock, words getting slurred 

Another shot, Sam's tryna hurry 

Mark's not, says he isn't worried 

He ain't tryna spend hella bread at the clurb 

Call him out, "since when you using clurb, faggot" 

Mark pouts, something like a herb rabbit 

Dean smiles, we been doing work 

Pretty turnt, think he blacked out 

Lil Dicky burp loud 

Peep phone, what the fuck, she ain't text back 

Pretty close to considering a text back 

Spilling Coke on my shirt that's a red flag 

Now I gotta change, Mark knows put his best plaid on 

We debating the top ten in the NBA 

Disagreeing alot about Lamarcus A 

Shawshank Redemption popped on, attention all on 

Sam was like, "nah, the party called off" 

I already got a Lyft, I'm going out to a bar 

Then Mark pulled out a spliff, temptation very hard 

You know I couldn't resist, we blazing, now the car here 

And we get fucked up 

And we all feel rushed 

And our plans fall through 

And we in bad moods 

Man, what time is it? 

12: 24? And the bars close at 2, lights on like 1: 30 

Let me just think for like a second 

Sam like, "we gotta go, cause the car here" 

Mark like, "I don't know, what's the bar deal?" 

Dean like, "I'm on a roll in Guitar Hero" 

Dicky looking like he about to choke on his lamb gyro 

Sam looking let down, 'bout to go berserk 

Mark put his sweats on, now he rolling purp 

Dean blacked out, he ain't even on the earth 

I was like, "Sam, I was with it with my other shirt" 

Sam bounced, he's like, "fuck it, I'm out" 

Me and Mark smoke a blunt, Dean stuck on the ground 

Text Liz, "what the fuck?", even snuck in a frown 

I get the spins high and drunk, I throw up in the shower 

Now I'm jerking off inside a condom (I do that) 

I text my ex say, "I miss you often" (true that) 

Sam back, it's not even one yet, he a dumb mess 

He about to be a problem 

I ain't even tripping, I'm Tindering 

All of a sudden I'm blinking, I'm squinting 

It's saying it's six in the morning 

I'm stinking, I'm still in the same shit from last night 

Got a text from Mark saying: 

"I ain't mad, but I know you'll clean the bath, right?" 

And we get too drunk 

And we don't have fun 

Then we eat too much 

And the next day sucks 

Like, we really just wake up and spend far too much time shitting 

So, the whole process just seems flawed 

Thank you for your time