| The day I turn 23 I’m getting married
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| And shortly after
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| I’m getting buried
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| Pick up the pace, you know I got big plans
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| I’m talking dinner with friends, shit, shave, then six feet of sand
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| At least that’s the plan
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| Once I lit it, they said you’ll regret it
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| Consequence as thin as smoke
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| I swore to god I won’t
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| This stuff is though
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| Got a lot more than you bargained for
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| And you have a hard time doing things you do
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| When you got so more than you wanted to
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| My friends are wasted
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| And I don’t even care
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| I’m in my basement
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| Texting girls that aren’t even real
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| My youth is gone and I know it
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| Pushed it too far I’ve outgrown it
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| It seems you and me
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| Have got a tendency
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| To see past common deeds
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| And formalities
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| Lying in the center of the floor
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| You and me and our 8 bars
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| Wasting time before we know it’s ours
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| My friends are wasted
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| And I don’t even care
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| I’m in my basement
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| Texting girls that aren’t even real
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| My youth is gone and I know it
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| Pushed it too far I’ve outgrown it
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| My friends are wasted
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| And I don’t even care
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| I’m in my basement
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| Texting girls that aren’t even here
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| My youth is fine
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| Until you waste my fucking time
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| What a waste of fucking time
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| When you’re telling these bitches you love 'em
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| 'Cause you wanna fuck 'em then pay em no mind
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| What could be missing with pissin blue ribbon
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| Is this how you want it to go?
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| First or last, somewhere you’ve ashed, the cigarette,
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| That’s going to take you down
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| First or last, somewhere you’ve ashed, the cigarette,
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| That’s going to take you down |