| Maybe we fucked up
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| Maybe we’re not right
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| Maybe it’s our fault
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| But baby it’s our life
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| And we did it our way
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| So who the fuck are you to judge
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| A lot people tell me fucked up shit
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| Like we some fucked up kids
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| Can’t remember half the night or what the fuck we did
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| Once that bender keeps on well
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| That’s the stuff I live
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| Should I say it out loud
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| That’s the rut I’m in
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| Well that’s the after party after the after party
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| Once them blinds go down and you have to party
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| Once this broad gets to pouring my drinks
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| I know she scheming, but I leave it
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| Best believe I know more than she think
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| We just hitting them lows
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| And trying to get by
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| Seems I make another drink for every star in the sky
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| You can bottle all your problems away
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| Put a cork in the pain
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| Cause on the real I ain’t got much to say
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| Hold me down for another round
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| Drink em like I lost count
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| Until I’m circling my house
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| Like I’m locked out
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| It’s up to you let the soda decide
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| I say we these horses up
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| And keep this party alive
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| Don’t know where to take it now
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| All these clowns are fading out, acting like they’ve had enough
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| They telling me to wait a while
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| Enough to bring the hater out, but I’ll be calm as any storm
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| Right before the thunder hit
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| Whatever’s left is better gone
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| It’s your decision, do or die
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| Call it party suicide, Light me up a cigarette
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| Bring it back to you and I
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| For every time I feel alone
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| For everything I’ll never know
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| I make this shit up as I go
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| There’s nothing here that’s set in stone
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| Step into my zone
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| Look into my soul
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| Medicated up, fuck I’m sicker than you know
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| Liquor by the 60, Who fuckin' with me?
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| Let me show these frat boys, Flip cup with whiskey
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| I’ll be on my feet until the bitter end
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| Will fight and laugh and make amends
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| The time will pass
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| And they’ll be back, The party lights go dim again
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| Am I the only one that’s having fun
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| Tequila shots outta this loaded gun
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| I’m trying to party hard, that’s my mistake
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| If you ain’t outta hand, you outta place
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| So move aside cause I can sit alone
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| I’ll do this till I’m dead and gone
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| My only problems getting home |