g.i.t.s.f.i.t.s.
Men walking around like they own the street. But when they get home they’re just a mess in bed.
My buddy thinks he’s a king on the street. Then he passes out on the floor like a drunk pig.
He’s the toughest guy in the block. But he can’t even button his pajamas.
He’s all swagger in the day. At night, he’s just a puddle of sweat and bad decisions.