The Last Thirty Hours

Wake up early as shit, perform some ritual brushes

Up in the shower an hour, on some habitual touches

Pack up my time piece and dime piece, more like my duke and my duchess.

You can't imagine the ruckus wrapped round 'em tight with my clutches.

But I've had enough of the morning so I'm jumpin' onto lunch,

Here's a hunch: in between I sipped some mean purple punch.

I black out then act out of control at a brunch.

I missed the last thirty hours, in the shower like a dunce.