| This ain’t what I wanted but it’s all I needed
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| I been on that hard shit and it’s going down easy
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| Least I’ll be honest by the time that you’ll see me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Came here with nothing but I’m looking for something
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| Little southern belle to ring whenever I want it
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| I’m somewhere in the middle if you’re tryna meet me
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| Just link up, link up
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| Go bar hopping, we can down the road
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| Let the liquor take full control
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| Bar hopping, downtown thrills
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| Chasing something that we both let go
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| Let’s go back, back
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| Back to where we last kissed
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| Wishing that we lasted
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| And I know we don’t feel the same, feel the same
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| Go slow, babe
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| Don’t rush to the hard part
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| Pour one on that bar top
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna feel a thing anyways, hey
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| Yeah
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| Tell that to the girl that I used to know
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| She got whiskey on her breath and she killed me
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| Red lips on her glass and some heels to match
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| How you running round town straight curving me?
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| Doing shit for someone else that you learned from me
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| Bar hopping we can down the road
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| Let the liquor take full control
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| Bar hopping, downtown thrills
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| Chasing something that we both let go
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| Back I roll up and you stay down
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| I pull up and the truth came out
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| Bar hopping sounds, sounds good to me
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| Bar hopping sounds even better with you
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| Let’s go back, back
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| Back to where we last kissed
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| Wishing that we lasted
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| And I know we don’t feel the same, feel the same
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| Go slow, babe
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| Don’t rush to the hard part
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| Pour one on that bar top
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna feel a thing anyways, hey
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| Same spot we met back in August
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| Talking 'bout things that we wanted
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| Whole thing was real by September
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| Let’s drink so I can’t remember
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| I saw a future, you knew that
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| Had a chance to do that, we blew that
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| Whole thing was done last September
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| Good thing that I can’t remember
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| Let’s go back, back
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| Back to where we last kissed
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| Wishing that we lasted
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| And I know we don’t feel the same, feel the same
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| Go slow, babe
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| Don’t rush to the hard part
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| Pour one on that bar top
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna feel a thing anyways, hey
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| Tell that to the girl that I used to know
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| But that’s just the girl that I used to know |