Jonathan Park (born February 18, 1986), better known by his stage name Dumb… Read Full Bio ↴Jonathan Park (born February 18, 1986), better known by his stage name Dumbfoundead, is a Korean American battle rapper originating from the Los Angeles Underground's Project Blowed. He is well known for his affiliation with the West Coast division of Grindtime and his participation in Jumpoff's 2007 World Rap Championships; both of which have given rise to his status as a strong web presence. He recently finished a stint as the opening act for Epik High's Map the Soul tour. Dumbfoundead is a member of the hip hop trio Thirsty Fish and the Los Angeles battle crew the Swim Team.
Cellphone
Dumbfoundead Lyrics
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Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can′t find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue
Where my cell phone is
What was the name, I was definitely on one
Ronda, Miranda, or Sandra?
Shouldn't have mixed that light with the dark rum
Now I′m in the bathroom, throwing up a lung
Gotta make a run for that Gatorade punch
Head pounding on the one like an 808 drum
Gotta grab Pho, hangover 101
It soaks it all up, you should know that bruh
Pocket full of numbers covered in weed crumbs
I'm a lover not a fighter, why my knuckles feel numb?
No pun intended but I really feel dumb--founded
On my neighbors front lawn throwing up
Seems last night I was acting like a fool
Wearing nothing but a hat and my birthday suit
I was smashed to the max on a work day too
But I looked overjoyed in my polaroid pics
With my mustache fresh looking like a koi fish
My swag turned up on that soulja boy shit
Feeling real good about my bad choices
Who in the world is the girl in my bed
Who's the dude on the couch with dreads
And why in the hell was I drinking so much
Shoulda stuck with the weed like Breezy told us
Now I′m looking for the Folgers, awake from a coma
Making my way through empty bottles of corona
Follow the aroma, it leads to the doja
Roll up, smoke up, and do it all over
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can′t find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue
Where my cell phone is
Friday night, just got paid
Brand new fit, clean boy shave
Feeling good, pregame, my place
The homies came through with a gang of fade
They said they're trying to get loose in a major way
So they sip grey goose no juice just straight
(What it do young buck, pour a cup) I′m straight
I'm waiting on the tree, I got fifty on the Z
Plus, I ain′t even ate
Ya'll go heavy in the paint, I′ll go heavy on the dank
You go heavy on the drink, and gon' end up on your face
Not me, not me
But I, don't think I′mma get my weed
Some time soon I′mma have to proceed
To consume the first thing I see
A little OJ and another Belvadee
Two shots for her, two shots for me
The more that we booze, the less that we see
Now that is more booze than Apollo The-atre
Up like I'm big on the tree, later
Outside pissing on the street, haters
Cops came through on the creep, gave me
A ticket and a mufuckin′ speech
And meanwhile I'mma pee
Shots, shots, shots, shots
I′m thinking stop, it's not that deep, damn
Trying to give it all I got, got
And then I threw up in the god damn sink, that′s weak
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue
Where my cell phone is
There's an unfamiliar ceiling in this place
With a very familiar feeling of disgrace
As my eyes open up for the first time after
Another blackout, castrophe, disaster
And captures the image of the rafters above
And the cold concrete on my back is enough
To wake me and make me stand up in amazement
Where is this unfinished basement
How′d I get here, I need to get home
But I can′t leave until I find my key and my phone
Then I see a girl asleep and alone in the corner
I walk toward her not knowing for sure who she was
I just hoped that her phone was on
And I ain't spoken to my girl, I told her I would call her
Tapped on her cold shoulder, when she rolled over, I saw her, damn
My memory is better than I think
I remember last night, had her bent over the sink
In the bathroom, staring at her lower back tattoo
Flashback boom and I′m back to the new
Back to the what now, what am I gonna do
Picked up her phone and dialed my own number to
See if I could hear it ringing, and sure enough
It's on the floor of the bathroom with more of my stuff
Condom, keys and my wallet
An absent-minded strategic alcoholic
Strategic cause the condom wrapper was empty
Tip-toed out the door kinda gently
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can′t find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue
Where my cell phone is
Drunk and hungover
Can′t find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue
Where my cell phone is
What was the name, I was definitely on one
Shouldn't have mixed that light with the dark rum
Now I′m in the bathroom, throwing up a lung
Gotta make a run for that Gatorade punch
Head pounding on the one like an 808 drum
Gotta grab Pho, hangover 101
It soaks it all up, you should know that bruh
Pocket full of numbers covered in weed crumbs
I'm a lover not a fighter, why my knuckles feel numb?
No pun intended but I really feel dumb--founded
On my neighbors front lawn throwing up
Seems last night I was acting like a fool
Wearing nothing but a hat and my birthday suit
I was smashed to the max on a work day too
But I looked overjoyed in my polaroid pics
With my mustache fresh looking like a koi fish
My swag turned up on that soulja boy shit
Feeling real good about my bad choices
Who in the world is the girl in my bed
Who's the dude on the couch with dreads
And why in the hell was I drinking so much
Shoulda stuck with the weed like Breezy told us
Now I′m looking for the Folgers, awake from a coma
Making my way through empty bottles of corona
Follow the aroma, it leads to the doja
Roll up, smoke up, and do it all over
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can′t find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue
Where my cell phone is
Friday night, just got paid
Brand new fit, clean boy shave
Feeling good, pregame, my place
The homies came through with a gang of fade
They said they're trying to get loose in a major way
So they sip grey goose no juice just straight
(What it do young buck, pour a cup) I′m straight
I'm waiting on the tree, I got fifty on the Z
Plus, I ain′t even ate
Ya'll go heavy in the paint, I′ll go heavy on the dank
You go heavy on the drink, and gon' end up on your face
Not me, not me
But I, don't think I′mma get my weed
Some time soon I′mma have to proceed
To consume the first thing I see
A little OJ and another Belvadee
Two shots for her, two shots for me
The more that we booze, the less that we see
Now that is more booze than Apollo The-atre
Up like I'm big on the tree, later
Outside pissing on the street, haters
Cops came through on the creep, gave me
A ticket and a mufuckin′ speech
And meanwhile I'mma pee
Shots, shots, shots, shots
I′m thinking stop, it's not that deep, damn
Trying to give it all I got, got
And then I threw up in the god damn sink, that′s weak
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue
Where my cell phone is
There's an unfamiliar ceiling in this place
With a very familiar feeling of disgrace
As my eyes open up for the first time after
Another blackout, castrophe, disaster
And captures the image of the rafters above
And the cold concrete on my back is enough
To wake me and make me stand up in amazement
Where is this unfinished basement
How′d I get here, I need to get home
But I can′t leave until I find my key and my phone
Then I see a girl asleep and alone in the corner
I walk toward her not knowing for sure who she was
I just hoped that her phone was on
And I ain't spoken to my girl, I told her I would call her
Tapped on her cold shoulder, when she rolled over, I saw her, damn
My memory is better than I think
I remember last night, had her bent over the sink
In the bathroom, staring at her lower back tattoo
Flashback boom and I′m back to the new
Back to the what now, what am I gonna do
Picked up her phone and dialed my own number to
See if I could hear it ringing, and sure enough
It's on the floor of the bathroom with more of my stuff
Condom, keys and my wallet
An absent-minded strategic alcoholic
Strategic cause the condom wrapper was empty
Tip-toed out the door kinda gently
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can′t find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue
Where my cell phone is
The lyrics of Dumbfoundead's "Cellphone" depict a hungover morning after a wild Friday night. The singer wakes up feeling dizzy and disoriented with only one shoe on and no idea where his phone or keys are. He struggles to remember the name of the girl who was with him the night before and regrets mixing light and dark rum. He experiences the physical consequences of his excessive drinking, throwing up in the bathroom while his head pounds like an 808 drum. He heads out to find a cure for his hangover, grabbing pho and Gatorade. He recognizes that he's made bad choices, but he feels good about them despite the mess he's in. The song then switches to depict the events leading up to the morning after, where the singer and his friends drink heavily and smoke weed at his place before going out. He ends up getting a ticket and peeing on the street, feeling regret.
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[Hook: Breezy Lovejoy]
Woke up so dizzy
Drunk and hungover
Can't find my house keys
Who was the chauffeur
Got one shoe on, and not the slightest clue, where my cell phone is
[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]
What was the name, I was definitely on one
Ronda, Miranda, or Sandra?
Shouldn't have mixed that light with the dark rum
Now I'm in the bathroom, throwing up a lung
Gotta make a run for that Gatorade punch
Head pounding on the one like an 808 drum
Gotta grab Pho, hangover 101
It soaks it all up, you should know that bruh
Pocket full of numbers covered in weed crumbs
I'm a lover not a fighter while my knuckles feel numb
No pun intended but I really feel dumb--founded
On my neighbors front lawn throwing up
Seems last night I was acting like a fool
Tagged Facebook pictures of me jumping in a pool
Wearing nothing but a hat and my birthday suit
I was smashed to the max on a work day too
But I looked overjoyed in my polaroid pics
My mustache fresh looking like a koi fish
My swag turned up on some soulja boy shit
Feeling real good about my bad choices
Who in the world is the girl in my bed
Who's the dude on the couch with dreads
And why in the hell was I drinking so much
Shoulda stuck to the weed like Breezy told us
Now I'm looking for the Folgers, awake from a coma
Making my way through empty bottles of Corona
Follow the aroma, it leads to the doja
Roll up, smoke up, and do it all over
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Breezy Lovejoy]
Friday night, just got paid
Brand new fit, clean boy shave
Feeling good, pregame, my place
The homies came through with a gang of fade
They said they're trying to get loose in a major way
So they sip grey goose no juice just straight
(What it do young buck, pour a cup) I'm straight
I'm waiting on the tree, I got fifty on the Z
Plus, I ain't even ate
Ya'll go heavy in the paint, I'll go heavy on the dank
You go heavy on the drink, and gon' end up on your face
Not me, not me
But I, don't think I'mma get my weed
Some time soon I'mma have to proceed
To consume the first thing I see
A little OJ and another Belvadee
Two shots for her, two shots for me
The more that we booze, the less that we see
Now that is more booze than apollo theater
Up like I'm big on the tree, later
Outside pissing on the street, haters
Cops came through on the creep, gave me
A ticket and a mufuckin' speech
And meanwhile I'mma pee
Shots, shots, shots, shots
I said stop, it's not that deep, damn
Trying to give it all I got, got
And then I threw up in the god damn sink, that's weak
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Wax]
There's an unfamiliar ceiling in this place
With a very familiar feeling of disgrace
As my eyes open up for the first time after
Another blackout, castrophe, disaster
And captures the image of the rafters above
And the cold concrete on my back is enough
To wake me and make me stand up in amazement
Where is this unfinished basement
How'd I get here, I need to get home
But I can't leave until I find my key and my phone
Then I see a girl asleep and the phone in the corner
I walk toward her not knowing for sure who she was
I just hoped that her phone was on
And I ain't spoken to my girl, I told her I would call her
Tapped on her cold shoulder, when she rolled over, I saw her, damn
My memory is better than I think
I remember last night, had her bent over the sink
In the bathroom, staring at her lower back tattoo
Flashback boom and I'm back to the new
Back to the what now, what am I gonna do
Picked up her phone and dialed my own number to
See if I could hear it ringing, and sure enough
It's on the floor of the bathroom with more of my stuff
Condom, keys and my wallet
An absent-minded strategic alcoholic
Strategic cause the condom wrapper was empty
Tip-toed out the door kinda gently
Isa Farooq
It's so crazy how this was my first video of Anderson Paak way back in the day. I didn't expect him to blow up so much in the past few years. His music is too good
Kenneth Camara
Same here. I remember when I "first" heard Anderson Paak years later first thing I said was like yo this dude sounds like Breezy Love Joy from that Dumbfoundead song.
Dizzy Mandias
Same bro, my homies put my on dumbfoundead senior year, after hella videos I saw this shit recommended under a Timothy Delaghetto skit
Dizzy Mandias
Then after listening to O.B.E. it was over 😂 one of his best bodies of music
Ryley Shucks
That’s breezy love joy
Benjamin Burshia
Breezy bro not Anderson
Jay Riley
Classic. My life was so different back when this dropped. Good memories..
Flaco
go n true that
David
go n facts man i miss it
Christopher Mendoza
Bro same!! I always come back to this song just for those memories think I first heard it in like 2014,2015