| Jose in my glass like a real champ
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| Take it down, never chilled, like a real man
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| No chase face, looking like I’m real man
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| Fuck it if I get 'em too drunk, I don’t feel bad
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| I just wanna get my rocks off
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| Champagne, shake it up, let it pop off
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| Spraying down the women that wear knockoffs
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| What you standing there for? |
| Take your top off!
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| Everybody getting crazy!
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| In the party looking like
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| Get a friend, you can meet me in Brisbane
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| All aboard, cause we riding on this train
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| And we take it to the masses
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| Who got the good weed? |
| Fill up all the glasses!
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| One more shot, indeed I be smashing
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| Get up on the bar, you’re a star in a
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| We got the Melbourne Bounce (bounce)
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| Awww, shit
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| I go: On and on and on and-
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| All up in the club, look like she want it
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| Back to my home, no I be on it
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| Loving it 'til the morning, oh yeah
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| Yes, I’m the best, at least yo that’s what she said
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| We can have fun, baby then I’m leaving
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| But she asked cause she staying the weekend?
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| Trick no!
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| Yo, use your head! |
| Literally: use your head!
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| We can ruin the whole couch and abuse the bed
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| And doze off like it’s Sudafed
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| It’s me!
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| Big to the N-A-B
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| Orkestrated and the place to be
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| We came here to rock the party
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| From Melbourne to NYC
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| (Hey!) |