| At the airport customs they pulled me in
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| But I swallowed the drugs before the cops found 'em
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| Got so damn high I couldn’t spin
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| And as we pulled outta Bucharest I was still tripping
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| Half liters in the back of the car
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| With my brothers and sisters down to the Stroeja
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| Mangled all night to the gypsy punk
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| We flipped the switch we ran the dub
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| We had the car bombs the white poison too
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| From the front to the back had the whole damn crew
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| And when we shut her down at the break of dawn
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| Passed out on the couch with my clothes still on man
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| Side by side out looking for salvation
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| Brothers and sisters we run this operation
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| And as the sun comes up I wonder to the sea
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| And I wash my sins away in Thessaloniki
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| Through the city streets we drank and talked
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| Rocked the basements climbed the walls
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| Locked the hotel doors till the maids went nuts
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| Hooked up downtown for a liquid luncheon
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| From the pearl of the east to the riviera
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| Man we rocked the dubstep the ska and punk
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| Seaside to seaside bar to club
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| Pass the bottle till you pass out
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| Wake the fuck up
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| Sitting in the car again
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| Wonder what tomorrow brings
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| Stagger up behind the decks
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| Feeling like a flipping wreck |