| Everyone take your places
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| We’re fuckin' it up, going crazy
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| Another town, which way to roll and you know that we’re takin' it
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| Stoned baby, loves to go ridin'
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| She loves it cause she’s sick in the head
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| Lights down, music loud and you know that we’re makin' it
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| (Oh yeah)
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| We’re goin' ridin'
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| We’re gonna find a way
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| We’re goin' ridin'
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| And when the fear has left you put one down and go home
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| Phat like a fiend on a payday
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| The crazy days have taken their toll
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| And if you think the road’s a bore
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| Well you know, you’re fakin' it
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| You’re so upset but complacent
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| I know the place that you outta go
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| Calvin’s in the back, you’re face in my lap and let’s roll
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| All the from the west side of town
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| We get up and we never come down
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| Got the juice and we’re loose
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| Cause we want to get wasted
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| (Allright, allright, oh yeah)
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| Fucked up from the left side down
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| Mom and dad are out of town
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| You know they don’t like it when you’re stoned |