If you don't even wanna say my name anymore, that's fine 'Cause I'm so wasted, I don't mind Wait a little and you will see I can be that guy Straight up wasted on a dime I'm just black liquorice And all the people that I know Would rather leave me in the bowl Chuckie knows he'll have to carry me home and he'll say that's fine But he's my baby, he won't mind Ali goes it just like me but she's on a stride Of keeping her shit right in line, unlike mine I'm just black liquorice And all the people that I know Would rather leave me in the bowl I'm just black liquorice And all the people that I know Would rather leave me in the bowl I'm just black liquorice And all the people that I know Would rather leave me in the bowl