Ja jävlar..

Dagens bakfyllekrönika blir inte lång, här ska inte göras ett skit.

-Yeti dricka mycket, Yeti bli berusad...
-Och vakna med kopparslagare?

Jag ska raka av mig håret och inte vara nån jävla fylleyeti här inte.

High fever got me,
well I aint no use
High fever's got me,
well I aint no use
I can't work me outta bed, cant even tie my shoes

Everybody think
I'm on my dying bed
Everybody think
I'm on my dying bed
I'd have my baby come and rub my aching head

My head is aching and it makes me wanna holla... UH!

All locked in my cupboard,
blues all in my dome
All locked in my cupboard
blues all in my dome
Well you know the high fever make a rich man poor

Well, I've singed my son, aint gon sing no more...