| Bria
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| Coca the don
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| One Shot
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| (Verse 1: Fat Joe)
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| Hey yo
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| It’s all love yo we get it big time hit her with the
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| Nick Nine six times long as they respect mine
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| The s*** I’m on is wrong but it make her feel better
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| Ill wit her 42 help me deal wit her
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| She made a scene up in Rao’s
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| You know how hard it is to get a seat up in Rao’s
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| One shot two shots face (?) let the whole crew rock
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| Baby blue drop got to bear a new watch
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| Used to bump blue tops Lauryn Hill Doo Wop
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| We be sippin' on blue dot
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| Brain in the coupe now we call that rooftop
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| (Verse 2: Bria Lee)
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| One shot you still lookin' at me
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| Two shots always yellin' at me
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| Three shots and i’m startin' to see that you look better when you’re blurry
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| Four shots i’ll tell you how I feel
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| Damn I should’ve known that the loves not real
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| Five shots why don’t you pack your things
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| For the 2nd time this week
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| (Hook: Bria Lee)
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| Story of my life
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| And I can’t escape no matter how I try
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| We can’t get it right
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| I’m addicted to the pain I try to hide
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| So I drink the thought away
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| I sleep another day
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| My broken record plays
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| And if you chose to stay
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| I’ll drink the thought away
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| Away (x2)
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| While my broken record plays
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| I’ll drink the thought away
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| (Verse 3: Bria Lee)
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| Got a bottle sitting on my lap
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| A strong one about to throw it back
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| Don’t pour it I drink it just like that
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| With a mouth like yours I don’t need a glass
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| One shot I could (?)
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| Two shots you got me stuttering
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| Three shots he’ll be out the door while i’m passed out on the bathroom floor
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| (Hook: Bria Lee)
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| Story of my life
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| And I can’t escape no matter how I try
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| We can’t get it right
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| I’m addicted to the pain I try to hide
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| So I drink the thought away
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| I sleep another day
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| My broken record plays
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| And if you chose to stay
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| I’ll drink the thought away
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| Away (x2)
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| While my broken record plays
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| I’ll drink the thought away
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| (Verse 4: Bria Lee)
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| In the morning when i’m all alone the sunlight burns my eyes
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| Pounding some familiar feeling grief is no surprise
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| (?) of the words we wish we never said
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| I count the hours I got left until we thought again
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| (Hook: Bria Lee)
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| So I drink the thought away
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| I sleep another day
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| My broken record plays
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| And if you chose to stay
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| I’ll drink the thought away
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| Away (x2)
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| While my broken record plays
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| I’ll drink the thought away
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| (Outro: Fat Joe)
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| One shot (x2) |