| I got a number in my pocket
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| Keep it in my wallet, right on my hip
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| When my paycheck’s steady, I’m damn good and ready
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| I toll it up to my lip, and I go to the moon
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| I got my foot down on the throttle
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| Hands around the bottle, I think my speakers are blown
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| No rubber on my tire, I’m a gettin' higher
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| Higher than I’ve ever Known
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| And I ain’t coming down
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| I can’t remember the last time I touched the ground
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| You look at me like I’m gonna let you down
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| Hey, every time I come around
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| You got your finger on my button
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| Actin like it’s nothing, bitchin' from your golden throne
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| You ain’t no anybody, actin' high and mighty
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| Waitin' for me to explode, fire in the hole
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| Look out, down below, here I go
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| You’re wasting time, why bother even coming 'round
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| If you know I’m gonna let you down |