Cenosillicaphobia (feat. Youthstar)

Yo, Youthstar, what's good, bruh?

Yo, what's going on, brother?

We're gonna call this one Cenossillicaphobia

Uhhh… what?

It's the fear of an empty glass

Aaaaah!

Haha, let's go!

I woke up in a dirty apartment

Face covered in permanent marker

First thing I thought of was:

Where is the nearest barman who can serve me a bourbon or lager?

Life is a permanent bash

I don't give a flying fuck if I am working tomorrow

And I got trashed from Berlin to Prague

From Perth to Havana

Word to my mama

I switch cities likes musical chairs

The amusement is where?

Do you got a doobie to spare?

Who isn't scared

To do mad shots with me till our view is impaired?

Share fluids with whores in bed?

Take shrooms and hallucinogens?

Get ruined with two of my friends?

And when we come to we gon do it again!

That sounds like a London night bender

When I went out last week I hit the bartender

Probably all of them shots of that Jäger

But the cocaine stopped me feeling it later

So I got in the car, had a bit of a fender

Pretended I didn't know better

Then I swerved on the curb

While shouting out of my window "Top weekender!"

Few cans of the wife-beater

To the people at the back that's good old Stella

Oh shit bruh running low on the booze

Better pitstop to the shop for the liquor

So I got a little mix for the pitcher

Back to the gaff, now it's all in the kitchen

Shouts out to the late-night vendor

Now put that shit all in the blender

I am unavailable

Feeling irresponsible

Sorry, bae, I can't reply

I got high and lost my phone

I jumped on some random flight

Traveled half way cross the globe

And I'm getting trashed tonight

I am now in ostrich mode

Bury me in white sand

Cocktail in my right hand

Stogie in my left one

What an awesome life, man!

I jumped on some random flight

Traveled half way 'cross the globe

And I'm getting trashed tonight

I am now in ostrich mode

Leave me alone

Damn, man, I lost my phone!

But I don't know where and I don't really care, so

Here's to another one on the bench Thorne

In the park with a couple of hoes from Bayonne

Shit, man, I'm in the red zone, need a top-up

2AM and the bars and the shops all shut, bruv

Better make a call for the drop-off

Fuck, man, I can't, so I need you to man up (Please, bruv)

Get a few bottles of the good stuff

Never ever gonna be a ting when I had enough

No bluff, man, I'm tough when I'm on the white

Give a fuck about the next day when it's tonight

Hell, man, yeah, we do this with ease

And the alcohol levels always increase

Man, I'm sure that the wifey has called the police

So when I crawl in I'ma beg on my knees

Hair bleached, flashy gold piece

Open shirt, tacky motif

No plans, captain, go east!

We get trashed, we don't cease

Glass of OE, we smoking Hawaiian

We going to Zion, overly smiling

Late night chats, Conan O'Brien

These wine bottles are older than I am

Life is an adventure per se

An endless birthday

Get in the first plane!

I recommend a work break

You gotta feel the temperature change…

Every night's an endless blur, mate

I woke up with some slender bird brain

Jennifer, Jane, Emma, whatever

I can't remember her name

Bury me in white sand

Cocktail in my right hand

Stogie in my left one

What an awesome life, man!

I jumped on some random flight

Traveled halfway cross the globe

And I'm getting trashed tonight

I am now in ostrich mode

Leave me alone