| Yeah
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| Right here?
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| Fight just to fuck just to fight again
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| World War III justified in bed
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| Mess me up, now we ain’t even friends
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| But the truth is I’m kind of tired of
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| Pretending that I was the guilty one
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| I wasn’t feeling up no one but you, yeah
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| Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn
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| I never thought you’d leave me two for two again
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| Lights out, strike out, I doubt
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| You’ll ever find anyone
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| These bitches can’t measure up no
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| Lights out, strike out, I doubt
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| You’ll ever find anyone
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| These bitches can’t measure up
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| To my ankles
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| Levels? |
| Na
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| Levels? |
| Na
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| Ankles
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| These bitches don’t make it to my ankles
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| Levels? |
| Na
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| Levels? |
| Na
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| Ankles
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| Strippers and liquor and cigarettes
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| Apologized but your Twitter said, «No regrets.»
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| I’d kill for a mute button in my head
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| You are right but I’m tired of
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| Pretending that I was the guilty one
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| I wasn’t feeling up no one but you yeah
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| Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn
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| I never thought you’d leave me two for two again
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| Lights out, strike out, I doubt
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| You’ll ever find anyone
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| These bitches can’t measure up
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| Lights out, strike out, I doubt
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| You’ll ever find anyone
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| These bitches can’t measure up
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| To my ankles (Period)
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| Levels? |
| Na
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| Levels? |
| Na
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| Ankles (No, they don’t)
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| These bitches don’t make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)
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| Levels? |
| Na
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| Levels? |
| Na
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| Ankles
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| Two feet, you’re shallow, too real
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| I know too well
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| Backwoods, you’re high
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| Backwards, two feet
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| Shallow, too real
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| I know two steps
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| Backwoods, you’re high
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| Backwards boy
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| OK |