11/11 trip to new orleans

A house full of friends, couple tanks full of gas.  Plane tickets on lock, the NO will be a blast/ my past, in this town is rather cloudy let's get rowdy. Catch me outside Larry flynt's joint screaming loudly, crowd around me/ it's astounding, 2nd oyster po boy for the hell of it. And I don't even do cocaine, just like the smell of it/ irrelevant, ready for all the sights and the sounds, the debauchery abounds, someone buy another round/I'm outta town-before depression strikes, life lessons I ain't stressin mike, catch me in in the NO up for seven nights, straight blessin mics...