| I’ve got a driver he’s drinkin water
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| About to cut loose like I know that you oughta
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| Fill the jukebox with 10 bucks in quarters
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| Don’t line dance cause I leave it to your daughters
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| Step up and I oreder my drinks
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| Satarted passing out the beverage everybody said thanks
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| So I raise my glass before I take my sip
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| Be the end of the night I done spent my grip
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| Hard-earned duckets hard-earned money
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| All night telling jokes cause y’all think I’m funny
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| I’m gonna show you how we do it the Dallas way
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| I’m bout to stomp a mudhole in this place
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| Chorus: You’d better lock me up
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| Before I do something crazy
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| You’d better find a way to cage me
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| Somebody throw away the key
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| You’d better lock me up
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| Y’all know how the cowboy rocks it
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| I see em jumpin up down right there in the mosh pit
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| Too much I stoxic but you can’t stop it
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| Jonesin and tweakin and waitin for me to drop it
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| My lyrics are spillin can’t fake what you’re feelin
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| I’m rockin the whole building mkae way for Nash Villian
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| Stick em up and grab sky
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| You need the Party Inflator then I’m the guy
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Makin a lap chuggin it downrich finished a bottle of crown
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| Shakin and bakin and breakin it down sit back and relax don’t worry or frown
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| We’ve come to town bringin the show now we’re runnin your area code
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| Avoid political rigarmarole I figure my role is givin em more
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| Repeat Chorus |