| girl: yeah… whoooo… shit
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| hmmm, whoaaa, hmm …
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| Guess what?
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| I ain’t coming in yet, i’ll come in in a minute
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| Aiyo, this is my love song. |
| It goes like this…
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| Back when Mark Wallburg was marky mark
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| This is how we used to make the party start
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| We used to… mix hen with bacardi dark
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| and when it… kicks in you can hardly talk
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| and by the… sixth gin you gon probly crawl
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| and you’ll be… sick then and you’ll probly barf
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| and my pre-…diction is that you gon probably fall
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| either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
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| and every-… things spinnin your beginning to
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| think women are swimmin in
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| pink linen again in the sink
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| then in a couple of minutes that bottle of guinness is finished
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| you are now allowed to officially slap bitches
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| you have the right to remain violent and start wildin
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| start a fight with the same guy that was smart eye’n ya
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| get in the car and start it and start drivin
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| over the island and cause a 42 car pile up
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| Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot, looking for life on this
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| planet sir, no sign of it
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| All i could see is a bunch of smoke flyin and
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| I’m so high that I might die if i go by it.
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| Let me out of this place I’m outta place,
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| I’m in in outter space, I’ve just
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| vanished without a trace.
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| I’m going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow,
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| I’ll be back in an hour or so.
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| Cuz every time I go to try to leave (whoa-o-o)
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| someone keeps pullin on my sleeve (whoa-o-o)
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| I dont wanna but I gotta stay (whoa-o-o)
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| these drugs really gotta hold on me (whoa-o-o)
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| Cuz everytime I try ta tell 'em no (no-o-o)
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| they won’t let me ever let 'em go (go-o-o)
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| I’m a sucker all I gotta say (whoa-o-o)
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| these drug’s really gotta hold on me (whoa-o-o)
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| In third grade all I used to do, was sniff glue through a
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| tube and play rubixcube
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| Seventeen years later I’m as rude as jude
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| Schemein on the first chick with the hugest boobs
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| I got no game, and every face looks the same
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| they got no name, so i don’t need game to play
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| I just say whatever I want, to whoever I want,
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| whenever i want, wherever I want, however I want
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| However I do show some respect to few
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| This ecstacy has got me standin next to you
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| Gettin sentimental as fuck, spillin guts to you
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| We just met, but I think I’m in love with you
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| But your on it too, so you tell me you love me too,
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| Wake up in the morning like «What the fuck we do?»
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| I gotta go bitch, you know I got stuff to do, Cuz if
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| I get caught cheatin then I’m stuck with you
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| But in the long run these drugs are probably gonna
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| catch up sooner or later
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| But fuck it I’m on one, so let’s enjoy,
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| let the ex destroy your spinal chord,
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| so it’s not a straight line no more
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| So we walk around lookin like some wind-up dolls,
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| Shit stickin out of ourbacks like a dinosaur,
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| Shit, six hit’s won’t even get me high no more,
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| so bye for now, I’m gonna try
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| to find some more
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| Chorus
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| That’s the sound of a bottle when it’s hollow
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| when you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow
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| And tomorrow your probably gonna wanna do it again
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| What’s a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it
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| and whats a little bit of alcohol poisoning? |
| and whats a little fight,
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| tomorrow you’ll be boys again
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| It’s your life, live it however you wanna
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| Marajuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?
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| It don’t matter as long as you get where you’re goin
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| Cuz none of this shit’s gonna mean shit where we’re goin
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| They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin,
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| even though you wake upfeelin like shit every mornin.
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| But you’re young, you got a lot of drugs to do,
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| girls to screw, parties tocrash, sucks to be you
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| If I could take it all back now I wouldn’t,
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| I woulda did more shit thatpeople said that I shouldnt
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| But I’m all grown up now,
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| and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and
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| updated
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| But I still gotta a lot of growin up to do,
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| I still gotta whole lot ofthrowin up to spew
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| But when it’s all said and done
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| i’ll be forty before i know it wit a 40 on
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| the porch tellin stories
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| with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids on my lap,
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| babysitting for Hailie, while
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| Hailie’s out gettin smashed.
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| Chorus x 2
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| drugs really gotta hold on me
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| really got a hold on me
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| drugs really gotta hold on me
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| they really got a hold on me |