| Guess what?
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| I ain’t coming in yet
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| I’ll come in in a minute
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| Ah-yo this is my love song
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| It goes like this
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| Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark
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| This is how we used to make the party start
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| We used to mix hen' with Bacardi Dark
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| And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
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| And by the sixth gin you gon' probably crawl
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| And you’ll be sick then and you’ll probably barf
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| And my prediction is you gon' probably fall
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| Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
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| And everything’s spinnin'
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| You’re beginning to think women are swimmin' in pink linen
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| Again in the sink
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| Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished
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| You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
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| You have the right to remain violent and start wildin'
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| Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein' you
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| Get in the car and start it and start drivin'
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| Over the island and cause a 42 car pile up
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| Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
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| Looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it
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| All I could see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
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| And I’m so high that I might die if I go by it
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| Let me out of this place I’m outta place
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| I’m in in outter space, I’ve just vanished without a trace
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| I’m going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow
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| I’ll be back in an hour or so
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| 'Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa)
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| Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa)
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| I don’t want to but I gotta stay (Whoa)
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| These drugs really gotta hold on me (Whoa)
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| 'Cause every time I try ta tell 'em no (No)
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| They won’t let me ever let 'em go (Go)
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| I’m a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa)
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| Is drug’s really gotta hold on me?
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| In third grade all I used to do
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| Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube
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| Seventeen years later I’m as rude as you
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| Schemein' on the first chick with the hugest boobs
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| I got no game and every face looks the same
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| They got no name so I don’t need game to play
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| I just say whatever I want, to whoever I want
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| Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want
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| However I do show some respect to few
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| This ecstasy has got me standin' next to you
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| Gettin' sentimental as fuck, spillin' guts to you
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| We just met but I think I’m in love with you
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| But you’re on it too so you tell me you love me too
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| Wake up in the morning like «Yo what the fuck we do?»
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| I gotta go bitch, you know I got stuff to do
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| 'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I’m stuck with you
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| But in the long run these drugs
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| Are probably gonna catch up sooner or later
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| But fuck it I’m on one so let’s enjoy
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| Let the X destroy your spinal chord,
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| So it’s not a straight line no more
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| So we walk around lookin' like some windup dolls
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| Shit stickin' out of our backs like a dinosaur
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| Shit six hits won’t even get me high no more
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| So bye for now I’m gonna try to find some more
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| Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa)
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| Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa)
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| I don’t want to but I gotta stay (Whoa)
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| These drugs really gotta hold on me (Whoa)
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| 'Cause every time I try ta tell 'em no (No)
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| They won’t let me ever let 'em go (Go)
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| I’m a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa)
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| Is drug’s really gotta hold on me?
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| That’s the sound of a bottle when it’s hollow
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| When you swallow it all
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| Wallow and drown in your sorrow
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| And tomorrow your probably gonna want to do it again
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| What’s a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it
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| And what’s a little bit of alcohol poisoning?
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| And what’s a little fight?
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| Tomorrow you’ll be boys again
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| It’s your life live it however you want to
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| Marijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?
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| It don’t matter as long as you get where you’re goin'
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| 'Cause none of this shit’s gonna mean shit where we’re goin
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| They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin'
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| Even though you wake up feelin' like shit every morning
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| But your young you got a lot of drugs to do
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| Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you
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| If I could take it all back now I wouldn’t
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| I would’ve did more shit that people said that I shouldn’t
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| But I’m all grown up now and upgraded
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| And graduated to better drugs and updated
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| But I still gotta a lot of growin' up to do
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| I still gotta whole lot of throwin' up to spew
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| But when it’s all said and done before I know it
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| I’ll be forty with a forty on the porch tellin' stories
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| With a bottle of Jack, two grand kids on my lap
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| Babysitting for Hailey, while Hailey’s out gettin' shmashed
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| 'Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa)
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| Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa)
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| I don’t want to but I gotta stay (Whoa)
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| These drugs really gotta hold on me (Whoa)
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| 'Cause every time I try ta tell 'em no (No)
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| They won’t let me ever let 'em go (Go)
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| I’m a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa)
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| Is drug’s really gotta hold on me?
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| 'Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa)
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| Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa)
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| I don’t want to but I gotta stay (Whoa)
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| These drugs really gotta hold on me (Whoa)
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| 'Cause every time I try ta tell 'em no (No)
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| They won’t let me ever let 'em go (Go)
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| I’m a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa)
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| Is drug’s really gotta hold on me?
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| Drugs really got a hold on me
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| Really got a hold on me
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| 'Cause drugs really got a hold on me
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| They really got a hold on me |