| Young boy used to drown in that alcohol
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| And if you dialing, 517 before you fucking call
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| I’m bout to hold K2 to my fuckin jaws
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| When waking up and gettin cash was a fuckin chore
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| Aluminum pay so we packin up the fuckin car
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| Cold nights, Tanqueray up in the fuckin jar
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| Ride, slide, feel the ice up on the fuckin road
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| White jeep, white trash, white fuckin snow
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| I remember everything like last year was yesterday
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| Use to sell the rupture funds and make that money anyway
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| Then we knew how they won’t ever find out how we did these things,
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| that’s just how it went down
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| Tables by the stack, thumb tacs by the pack
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| Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the mat
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| Tables by the stack, thumb tacs by the pack
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| Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the mat |