| Hey guys, Hey
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| Oh fuck. |
| Hey, what’s up
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| Hey it’s so good to see you
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| Yeah, it’s good to see you, too
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| I fuckin' miss you
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| What?
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| How have you been?
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| Alright, I mean alright
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| Step into the party, saw my ex, oh fuck
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| She told me that she missed me, I told her she was drunk
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| «I'm not drunk, I’m just buzzed, for real though
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| I miss you I mean I miss us.» |
| What?
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| No, no, you need to stop
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| But she kept followin' hollerin' «I just wanna talk!»
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| I pursue through the livin' room, zigzaggin' the different crews
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| Of drunk kids, cliques and dumb chicks and tools
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| Phew! |
| I think I lost her
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| Looked to my right and the lacrosse player handed a can of Fosters
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| Don’t mind if I do, popped the top, drank the brew
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| Played pong, sank a few, we got shots, take a few
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| At this point, I be gettin' in the mix
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| Freestyle cipher, I be kickin' that shit
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| Until this fat chick comes barrelin' through
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| She’s like «'s outside and she only wants you.»
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| No! |
| Why me? |
| Yo, I’m just tryna party
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| I said, I said no! |
| Why me? |
| Yo, I’m just tryna party
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| Bein' the nice guy that I am, I went outside |
| «Girl, how ya doin'? |
| Come on, dry ya eyes
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| Hey, cheer up, you know you just drank too many beers, hun
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| If ya still wanna talk, call me tomorrow when you’re cleared up»
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| «No, I wanna talk now. |
| I’m fuckin' sorry
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| For the way I treated you and for all the times you tried to call me
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| And I screened it
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| Seriously Nate I fucking mean it»
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| «No you really don’t and if you did I would’ve seen it long ago («hey»)
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| «But we both know how that song goes
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| I had a tough time for a minute, but now I’m glad to be alone
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| And I’m not tryna make you feel bad or lay guilt trips
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| It’s been well over a year, dear, and the love, I just don’t feel it
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| It doesn’t mean that I’m not down to be friends
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| I’must tryna be real when I say 'no, never again'
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| We had a good run, but the fun’s all done
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| Let me help ya back into the house, girl you’re fuckin' drunk»
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| «Wait, I didn’t mean to diss you, Nate, I really miss you
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| Come on, come over here, I wanna kiss you»
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| She leaned in quick, stumbled a bit, tripped, gripped my arm
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| I held her up until she hiccuped and vom’d all over me |
| Fuck man, I’m so done, damn
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| I told a friend to hold her hand, I got in my car and slammed the gas
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| Peeled out fast forgetting I’ve been drinking, too
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| And now my rear view’s seein' the blues
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| Like
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| No! |
| Why me? |
| Yo, I was just tryna party
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| I said, I said no! |
| Why me? |
| Yo, I was just tryna party
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| I said, I said no! |
| Why me? |
| I was just tryna party
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| I said, I said no! |
| Why me? |
| Hey, I was just tryna party |