| I was standing outside, waiting for a light
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| Looking for a motive then you caught my eye
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| Said «do you wanna share smokes? |
| Catch a couple jokes?»
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| The dance is done but I don’t wanna go home
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| We don’t wanna go home (wanna go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home (go-go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home (wanna go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home
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| D-d-d-d-d drunk I’m sure
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| DJ please can we get one more?
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| Drinks, had about 4 times 4
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| At the bar tryna get another one poured
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| Security said that it’s locked off, what for?
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| Head to the exit and clear the dance floor
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| Yeah, I’m tryna get a request
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| I wanna carry on I got a bag of energy left
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| All white with a little bit of brown
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| Zoned out cause I hit a bit of loud
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| It’s all vibes I can see it in the crowd
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| Make some noise if you’re really in the house
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| New people, fresh faces, wow
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| I don’t wanna hear that it’s time to go now
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| I guess I better get in the Uber and bounce
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| You can take me anywhere except for my house
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| We don’t wanna go home (wanna go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home (go-go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home (wanna go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home
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| I was standing on the curb, rolled a toke of herb
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| Looking for a motive when I clocked your vibe
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| Said we only wanna go where city lights glow
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| We ain’t gonna end in ends tonight
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| We don’t wanna go home (wanna go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home (go-go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home (wanna go-go)
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| We don’t wanna go home
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| B I, B I
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| We don’t wanna go home, we don’t wanna go yard, we just wanna go hard
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| Man reach for stars like astronomer
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| Man lift rave with bars, you’re a hoverer
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| ain’t a borrower
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| man moves like chorograph
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| I bill a rocket for my monoblasts
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| Tryna better my future, coming from the past
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| I’m a conducta with the bad boy moves
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| Wrote this one in a bad boy mood
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| Man already know there’s a duppy in the show
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| It’s the B I G on a bad boy tune
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| Till I break down any bad boy goons
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| You don’t really do what the bad boys do
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| Man can tell from the gram that your girl is a fan
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| Gotta let them know why, cause I stamp out yutes |