| Sneak me 'round back, I’m a bit underage
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| Can’t buy myself drinks, I don’t know what to say
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| And the staff are all fucked 'cause they work all day
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| But I’m tryna get waved, I’ll do whatever it takes
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| 3 minutes pass and I’m rolling a smoke
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| There’s a bunch of beady eyes tryna keep on the low
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| Every bouncer inside thinks he knows but he don’t
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| He thinks he holds the remote, he got that badge on his coat
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| Everybody wants to take the crown home
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| Move out of the friend zon, kiss somebody
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| Maybe getting lucky with a strangr
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| Treading on their trainers won’t seem so bad
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| Oh, what a night we’ve had
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| I wanna get used to this, get used to this
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| Yeah, maybe we could try
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| And get used to this, get used to this
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| 'Cause it’s all I need in my life
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| Everybody wants to escape the mundane
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| And get laid like a rock 'n' roll raver
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| I wanna get used to this, get used to this
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| 'Cause it’s all I need in my life
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| Geezers bop 'bout in tight rain coats
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| With a logo on the sleeve and a polo nose
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| And the toilets all packed with a hundred blokes
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| Talking 'bout girls that they like
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| That they want
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| Who they know
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| Faded at the door, my girl can’t get in
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| She got told her last chance is running paper thin
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| There’s a switch up in the mood and the lights go dim
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| It’s hit that hour I think, my people raising their drinks |