| My momma always said when you wanna get live
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| You head for the place with a different vibe
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| The characters are strange and they’re sticky inside
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| She said son sometimes you just gotta dive
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| Step inside the door and the feeling is tampered
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| No windows, darker than a goth chick’s hamper
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| I break the ice fast with a beer and a sampler
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| And plus two smart shots call 'em Harvard and Stanford
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| «I guess I’ll start a tab»
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| 'Cause you know that a bar bag
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| And only drink my way a step short of the barf bag
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| The wallpaper’s peeling and the toilet’s a car crash
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| I’m here to party all that into the starmax
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| Where everybody know your name
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| But couldn’t care less if you came
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| Buy another round, try to keep 'em all entertained
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| These my people now here me out this where I’m raised
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| And if you can’t hold your liquor better watch what you say
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| Ain’t no bouncers in the house but if you’re with me I’m save
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| If you want some cheap whiskey it’s a matter of taste
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| I got a future so vintage but I ain’t out of place
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| Go 'head and finish that bottle baby don’t be ashamed
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| It’s all good
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| We all gon' do what we do
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| And if you halfway lucky you can
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| G-get your jukebox open let that song go through
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| Think I’mma need another shot or actually more like two
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| We dive in
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| Uh huh
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| Leggo
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| One more drink (just can’t leave)
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| Feels like home (just can’t sleep)
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| No dress code (just ain’t me)
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| So if you out come looking you know where I be
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| Dive
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| Talking to a lady hit the bar as a has-been
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| Been coming here since disco was known to get mad spins
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| She even said that back then
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| She carried a MAC-10
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| And fucked Hugh Hefner one Summer in Aspen
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| Keep the shots coming love the cheaper than Napster
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| Came here for the people and the vibe spectacular
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| Morse code mayhem, first class rap star
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| Chilling in the bar 'bout the size of a cram car
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| «Ey you stepping on my foot»
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| But we don’t get hyphy
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| Last thing we need is to die untimely
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| I keep on drinking 'til the sky turns lightly
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| And even with my shades off I can’t find me
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| They say my momma raised a bad man
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| 'Cause ain’t no church for me on Sundays
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| Slept outside and woke up trying to sunbathe
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| I lost my mind somewhere in the smoke haze
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| Last thing I remember I was sipping at a slow pace
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| One eye open at our favourite spot
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| I could tell you where it is but then I’d need a new one
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| Your ass ain’t been there drinking Jack on the rocks
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| 'Cause this a whole different monster than what come up the block
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| Homie it’s heaven for real to watch where you sit
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| Ain’t no happy hour specials or a cocktail list
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| I know you probably here thinking that the place ain’t shit
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| But there’s no spot I’d rather sit in when I got to re-hit
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| Dive in
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| Uh huh
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| Leggo
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| One more drink (just can’t leave)
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| Feels like home (just can’t sleep)
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| No dress code (just ain’t me)
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| So if you out come looking you know where I be
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| Dive |