| Yes, brova
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| Yeah, not buying what heard so far
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| … she’s gonna lie you
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| Trust me
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| No, I don’t know what her name is
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| But, I tell you what
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| When you see her, ask her name and then
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| Come back and tell me, he he
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| You know, … anyway I’ll see you off in a minute
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| I heard, MC. |
| what's his name
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| DJ Thingybob. |
| at the club tonight
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| Yeah, I’ma got it
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| Peace I’m out, you know how it go
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| I’m standing at the door of the club
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| Breath smelling like a pub
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| Gettin VIP love cause the people know my name
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| There’s cocaine running around in my brain
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| So I chat to everybody, the cocaine’s to blame
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| This chick that I’m with is a dime, she looks flame
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| But I really don’t remember her name, so hey ho!
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| The party’s in the VIP You wanna go?
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| I got a little hydro weed you wanna roll?
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| She was like no, I don’t smoke Joe
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| But you got any blow and I was like, ya there ya go
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| Click. |
| Next thing she’s dancing on the bar top
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| Click. |
| Next thing I’m unbuckling her bra top
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| Oh, no here we go again
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| Im off my face another mucky weekend
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| One day I’m gonna have some kids and a wife
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| But until then I just wanna live my life
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| I’m in the standing in the corner of the room where the bass bins boom
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| And the drugs I"ve consumed and im in my own lane
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| There’s cocaine running around in my brain
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| So I’m feelin up the chick that I’m with, with no shame
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| The DJ’s playin', my whole body’s swayin'
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| There’s people talkin' to me but I don’t know what they’re saying
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| I take thingybob by the arm, we’re not stayin
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| Cause the night’s still young baby love, we’re partayin'
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| So, go grab your coat, we’ll have some more coke
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| And have a little dab of this mud, more than i hope
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| Your body’s gonna cope when you get the long strokes
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| I believe sex is good on E that’s no joke
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| Oh, no here we go again
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| I’m off my face a mucky weekend
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| One day I’m gonna have kids and a wife
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| But until then I just wanna live my life
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| I’m on my way home from the rave drinkin' warm lucozade
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| Doin' 120 in the middle lane in the rain
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| My face feel numb and I’m feeling no pain
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| Cause there’s cocaine running around in my brain
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| She’s on the back seat asleep, but what’s her name?
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| Got one CD on repeat, it keeps playin'
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| And I don’t even like this song but my mind is gone
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| Cause the liquor was strong, I’m off my face
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| Autopilot as I drive to my place
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| If I see police now it’s a chase, I’m fucked up
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| The dab that I had in the club is comin' up
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| So she better wake up cause I’m gonna wanna fuck!
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| Oh, no here we go again
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| I’m off my face a mucky weekend
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| One day I’m gonna have kids and a wife
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| But until then I’m just try’na live my life |