| Yeah, hahahaha… whooooo, s***!
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| (aight)
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| Guess what? |
| I ain’t coming in yet…
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| I’ll come in a minute
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| Ayo… This is my love song… it goes like this
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| Back when Mark Walhberg 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’re gonna probably crawl
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| And you’ll be, sick then and you’ll probably barf
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| And my pre-diction is you’re gonna probably fall
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| Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
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| And everything’s spinning
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| You’re beginin' to think women
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| Are swimming in 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 wilin'
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| Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you
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| Get in your car, 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
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| Looking at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
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| All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
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| And I’m so high that I might die if I go by it
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| Let me out of this place
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| I’m outta place
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| I’m in outer space
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| I’ve just 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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| 'Cause every time I go to try to leave
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| Someone keeps pullin' on my sleeve
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| I don’t wanna, but I gotta stay
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| These drugs really got a hold of me
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| 'Cause every time I try to tell them «no»
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| They won’t let me ever let them go
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| I’m a sucker all I gotta say
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| These drugs really got a hold of me
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| In third grade, all I used to do
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| Was sniff glue through a tube and play Rubic’s cube
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| 17 years later I’m as Rude as Jude
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| Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs
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| I’ve got no game
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| And every face looks the same
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| They’ve got no name
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| 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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| As ecstasy got me standing next to you
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| Getting sentimental as f*** spillin' guts to you
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| We just met
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| But I think I’m in love with you
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| But you’re on it too
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| So you tell me you love me too
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| Wake up in the morning like «yo, what the f*** we do?»
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| I gotta go *****
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| You know I have stuff to do
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| 'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I’m stuck with you
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| But in the long run
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| These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later
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| But f*** it, I’m on one
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| So let’s enjoy
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| Let the X destroy your spinal cord
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| So it’s not a straight line no more
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| 'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls
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| S***'s sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur
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| S***, six hits won’t even get me high no more
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| So bye for now
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| I’m going to try to find some more
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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 you’re probably going to want to 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 what’s a little bit of alcohol poisoning?
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| And what’s a little fight?
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| Tomorrow you’ll be boys again
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| It’s your life
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| Live it however you wanna
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| Marijuana is everywhere
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| Where was you brought up?
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| It don’t matter as long as you get where you’re going
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| 'Cause none of the s*** is going to mean s*** where we’re going
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| They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring
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| Even though you wake up feeling like s*** every morning
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| But you’re young
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| You’ve got a lot of drugs to do
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| Girls to screw
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| Parties to crash
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| Sucks to be you
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| If I could take it all back now, I wouldn’t
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| I would have did more s*** that people said that I shouldn’t
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| But I’m all grown up now and upgraded and graduated
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| Did better drugs and updated
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| But I’ve still got a lot of growing up to do
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| I’ve still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew
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| But when it’s all said and done I’ll be 40
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| Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories
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| With a bottle of Jack
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| Two grandkids in my lap
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| Babysitting for Hailie while Hailie’s out getting smashed
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| Drugs really got a hold of me
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| They really got a hold of me
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| 'Cause drugs really got a hold of me
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| They really got a hold of me |