| Never used to fuck with the red
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| Til' I took a couple good bottles to the head
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| And now I’m bout that good wine, and good wine
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| Leaning off that good wine, and good wine
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| To be real I only paid ten dollars
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| But now my teeth red and every problem feel much smaller
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| Work my game as a scholar
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| Though I hate it don’t bother
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| I’m on the top of the bottom
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| Make out and lay it down proper
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| Wish i could sleep through that snooze button
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| You know my eyes they ain’t holding up
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| I been keeping my cool
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| They getting mad that I’m growing up
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| I’ve been saying me too
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| And I wish I could chill
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| Spend some time with my friends
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| Celebrate keeping it real
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| I’m bout to pour a few glasses till I’m off axis
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| Wake up to rap practice stomach full a fat bastard
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| I got some friends who would jump in front of pistols for me
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| So I ain’t trippin homie if I die they sip it for me
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| Pumpin Bob Dylan, rollin
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| Down the street with my homies
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| He steady smoke blowing
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| Out the window I love it
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| And Imma keep going
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| It ain’t too fun to remember
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| So keep me bumping forever
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| Life just get better and better
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| I said I…
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| Never used to fuck with the red
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| Til' I took a couple good bottles to the head
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| And now I’m bout that good wine, and good wine
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| Leaning off that good wine, and good wine
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| Come on yeah
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| Shalalalala la
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| My voice is so damn raspy
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| It’s like Jon-
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| Jonathan Canary Bananski
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| You made my world turn
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| Third person I’m emerging
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| Looking for some sea urchins
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| Looking for Steve Irwin, rest in peace
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| I need to go get my car leased
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| And rent a Jeep, yeah
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| That’s what I need, yeah
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| So raspy, yeah
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| The Great’s of Gatsby, yeah
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| So damn frasky
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| Randy Martins ass cheeks, yeah |