| I smoke a pack a day
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| Cause I like the buzz
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| I roll two cause
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| One just ain’t enough
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| I like 'em classy
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| Cause I’m all grown up
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| I’ll take 'em trashy
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| When I’m kinda drunk
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| You may not like me
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| And I’m okay with it
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| Expect a swing or two
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| If you’re talking shit
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| When I’m drinking
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| I’m just not thinking
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| Hit me with another round
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| I hope they serve whiskey in hell,
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| Cause I’m already on my way.
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| And I’ve fucked up,
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| You can’t save me now.
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| Cause I’m already on my way
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| And I’ll buy the first round
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| If you come down.
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| I hope they serve whiskey in hell.
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| And I’ve been rotting slowly
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| From the inside out.
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| Gagged on my dreams
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| And let my mother down
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| It takes a monster
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| To attract a crowd.
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| Pissing on the world
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| Until I’m in the ground.
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| Life’s a bitch
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| You eat, sleep, repeat and die.
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| Kissing bottles with the devil til' the sunrise.
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| When I’m drinking,
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| I’m just not thinking.
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| Hit me with another round.
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| I hope they serve whiskey in hell,
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| (Cause I’m already on my way.)
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| And I’ve fucked up,
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| You can’t save me now.
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| (Cause I’m already on my way.)
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| And I’ll buy the first round
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| If you come down
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| I hope they serve whiskey in hell
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| I walk by faith and not by sight
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| I’ll look you in the eyes and
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| Tell you, tell you
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| I was right.
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| I hope they serve whiskey in hell
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| (Cause I’m already on my way)
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| And I’ve fucked up
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| You can’t save me now
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| (Cause I’m already on my way)
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| And I’ll buy the first round
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| If you come down.
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| I hope they serve whiskey in hell.
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| I hope they serve whiskey in hell,
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| Cause I’m already on my way.
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| And I’ve fucked up,
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| You can’t save me now.
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| Cause I’m already on my way.
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| And I’ll buy the first round
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| If you come
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| And I’ll buy the first round
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| If you come down
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| I hope they serve whiskey in hell. |