Short lyrical transcript (one chunk) from a YouTube upload titled "NO MORE WRINKLES | BOTOX INJECTABLES." The excerpt is a back-and-forth between two labeled speakers (A and B) and reads like song lyrics or a poetic exchange. Central motifs in this chunk: partying/club scene, heavy drinking, feeling wasted, dislike of the club/bar, returning to a bed, and fragmented memory of nights.
Getting on me.
Ever getting on me Sometimes.
All my friends are wasted and I hate this club man I drink too much mother Friday night I wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to your bed I hate the bar.
Pharmacy etiquette of Wall street traffic took the are we reinvent the wheel just to fall.
Asleep at it.
Crash from the floor Catch the zzz popping the polar opposite the NCG hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand But I just seen how to did my main man the nights we won't remember Are the nights we won't.
Remember I begun.
