| And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’wrong
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| You been puttin’up wit’my shit just way too long
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| I’m so gifted at findin’what I don’t like the most
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| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast
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| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,
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| Let’s have a toast for the assholes,
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| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,
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| Every one of them that I know
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| Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
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| That’ll never take work off
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| Baby, I got a plan
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| Run away fast as you can
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| She find pictures in my email
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| I sent this girl a picture of my, hey!
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| I don’t know what it is with females
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| But I’m not too good with that, hey!
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| See, I could have me a good girl
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| And still be addicted to them hoodrats
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| And I just blame everything on you
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| At least you know that’s what I’m good at See, I always find
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| And I always find
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| Yeah, I always find somethin’wrong
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| You been puttin’up with my shit just way too long
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| I’m so gifted at findin’what I don’t like the most
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| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast
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| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,
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| Let’s have a toast for the assholes,
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| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,
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| Every one of them that I know
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| Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
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| That’ll never take work off
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| Baby, I got a plan
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| Run away fast as you can
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| R-r-ru-ru-ru-run away
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| Run away from me, baby
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| (Look at, look at, look at, look at you)
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| Run away from me, baby
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| (Look at you, look at you, look at you)
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| Run away
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| Run away from me, baby
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| 24/7, 365, Jenny stays on my mind
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| I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your best move, you could leave or live wit’it
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| Ichabod Crane with that Lamborghini top off
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| Split and go where? |
| Back to wearin’knockoffs, huh?
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| Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off
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| Let’s talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
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| Pussy ass vulture wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
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| You can’t blame 'em, they ain’t never seen Versace sofas
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| Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
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| Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can’t accept the basics
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| Plenty bitches in the baller-player's matrix
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| Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
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| I’m just young, rich, and tasteless
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| Never was much of a romantic
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| I could never take the intimacy
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| And I know it did damage
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| 'Cause the look in your eyes is killin’me
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| I guess that you had an advantage
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| 'Cause you could blame me for everything
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| And I don’t know how I’m-a manage
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| If one day you just up and leave
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| And I always find
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| Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
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| You been puttin’up with my shit just way too long
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| I’m so gifted at findin’what I don’t like the most
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| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast
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| (Ladies and gentlemen!)
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| Yeah, I always find somethin’wrong
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| You been puttin’up with my shit just way too long
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| I’m so gifted at findin’what I don’t like the most
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| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast
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| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,
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| Let’s have a toast for the assholes,
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| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,
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| Every one of them that I know
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| Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
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| That’ll never take work off
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| Baby, I got a plan
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| Run away fast as you can |