| Raise your glass up higher
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| We’re the boys who ride with fire
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| Come on
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| Raise your glass up higher
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| Come on
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| Join the ride if you got desire
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| Come on
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| Join the ride with the right desire
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| Raise your glass up higher
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| Me and my boys were walking down the street, like we always do
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| Checking the heat, scoping the sidewalk for some meat
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| I see this girl I wanna take home
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| She looks at me with the weirdest look
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| She fights her inner lust and tries to fool herself
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| I tell her everything is gonna be alright
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| And sweep her off her feet and run into the night
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| Waiting in a line is not for guys like us
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| We’re used to take the backdoor in
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| Escorted to our seats at a table of our choice
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| We even have our own latrine
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| This little girl comes over to me and says she wants to live her life
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| I say now what can I do? |
| I cannot follow you through
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| You have to figure this one out
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| Maybe if you stop trekking the streets
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| You’ll see a different door wide open
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| So lay down your gun and dry your treats from your face
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| Come sit with the boys, you’ll never wanna leave |