| It’s a good night, I won’t go gently
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| Told the bartender «don't let my glass empty»
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| That Rhodes Fender, volume on twenty
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| Break loud down, on the table cloth
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| If it’s the last night, fuck it, going hard
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| No if, ands, fam, every spliff three grams
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| Raise my hands, watch her do her thing, but I don’t dance
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| I don’t dance, don’t dance, I don’t dance
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| No tears, we had a hell of a run
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| No fear, my forefinger and thumb, strum violins
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| Sommelier said to say when
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| Grin, when, lights dim, watch her spin
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| Oysters and gin
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| No check, tonight your money don’t spend
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| Familiar friends, some faces I ain’t expect to see again
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| No questions, glad you made the session
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| To your health, shots smooth as hell
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| She’s still dancing by herself
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| Eyes closed, sways to the beat
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| And you know me… but tonight?
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| I just might, I just might, I just might
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on
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| Fuck last call, put my song on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Night , by - Billy Woods. Song from the album Today, I Wrote Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп