| Ooh, what a feeling, it’s the weekend, let it begin
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| Bad bitches in my DM, you should see them
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| Run game like ESPN, yeah me and my bros
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| And a whole bunch of bitches
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| Take’em homer like the Simpson
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| Cause we just wanna party and bullshit
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| Gave her the cue, now she all on my pool stick
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| Super wavy, surfboard uh
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| She turn up that’s a turn on
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| Gotta see this shit to understand it
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| Living out this world and I ain’t gotta plan it
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| I figured out I ain’t got it figured out
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| No sleep, fuck dreams rather live’em out
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| Just got me a whiskey bottle
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| I’ll be drinking 'til tomorrow morning
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| And everybody on one tonight
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| Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
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| Can you feel it?
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| I know you feel it
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| Aww this feeling
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| They like he so funky, weed so skunky
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| Not Andrew, but damn dude I feel so lucky
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| Cause I’ve been doing great, nothing fake
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| Who got something to say?
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| It’s okay, I’m on the beach yelling «fuck your shade»
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| Cause I got hoes on my right hand
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| Some more on my left hand
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| No, it’s not a wedding but I am the best man to be with
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| Like G said «I mean it,» I love this feeling
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| And I ain’t saying that I know the way
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| It’s funny those who know that least got the most to say
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| And I figured out I ain’t got it figured out
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| No sleep, fuck dreams, rather live 'em out
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| Just got me a whiskey bottle
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| I’ll be drinking 'til tomorrow morning
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| And everybody on one tonight
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| Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
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| Can you feel it?
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| I know you feel it
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| Aww this feeling |