| I did something last night that I might regret tomorrow
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| I got lifted so high and I emptied out the bottle
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| I wasn’t a good child, I was actually pretty awful
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| But I ain’t take no pics, so I’m gon' plead the fifth, the fifth
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| You can’t prove it, so I’m not guilty
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| It got wild, yeah it got filthy
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| Had your bestie right here with me
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| But we ain’t take no pics, so we plead the fifth, the fifth
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| We plead the fifth, the fifth
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| And you can’t prove nothing
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| I might’ve had a threesome, might’ve committed treason
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| I might’ve had a reason, but you’ll never know 'cause I never show
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| Yeah I keep it low, there’s no kiss and tell, so you can imagine,
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| imagine it well
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| I might’ve done splits on a skateboard then put it in his face and told him
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| wait for it
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| But you can’t prove it, so I’m not guilty
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| It got wild, yeah it got filthy
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| Had your bestie right here with me
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| But we ain’t take no pics, so we plead the fifth, the fifth
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| We plead the fifth, the fifth
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| And you can’t prove nothing
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| No phones, no proof
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| No hands, no rules
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| Top down, no roofs
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| The fifth, the fifth
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| No phones, no proof
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| No hands, no rules
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| Top down, no roofs
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| The fifth, the fifth |