How's My Driving, Doug Hastings? Lyrics

Friday nihgt on coke with a crow bar
Left at two in the back of Doug's car
Without a plan and being fucked up
Lookin' to get something something for ourselves
Friday night at three at a side door
Doug said try to get the door just once more
I said man this is all fucked up
Just lookin' to get something something for ourselves
Feeling kinda weird and thinkin' to myself
Fuck Doug I'm not goin' out like this
He said man I'm all I've got and I won't be missed
This makes no sense it makes no sense to me
This isn't the way it's supposed to be