| Chillin' on the West Side, playing my song
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| Got that kia soul with my cheap shades on
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| Gonna run right through the night
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| Jump off the gate, fall to the ground
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| It don’t matter still hitting this town
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| Oh it never felt so right
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| Tonight we’re running around the boulevard
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| I couldn’t know, I couldn’t ask for more
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| So sick and tired of staying up to see the break of dawn
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| Everybody’s taking shots, 'til they’re passed out on the lawn
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| Broken hearts and Styrofoam and empty double cups
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| I guess I’m ordinary 'cause I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| Chillin' on the sofa with the tank top
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| Supercalifragilistic down to my socks
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| Let it go right to my head
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| TV screen, Mario Kart
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| Everybody knows that I get a head start
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| And it’s never left unsaid
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| Tonight we’re running around the boulevard
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| I couldn’t know, I couldn’t ask for more
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| So sick and tired of staying up to see the break of dawn
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| Everybody’s taking shots, 'til they’re passed out on the lawn
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| Broken hearts and Styrofoam and empty double cups
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| I guess I’m ordinary 'cause I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| (I don’t give a what)
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| So sick and tired of staying up to see the break of dawn
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| Everybody’s taking shots, 'til they’re passed out on the lawn
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| Broken hearts and Styrofoam and empty double cups
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| I guess I’m ordinary 'cause I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| I don’t give a what
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| Broken hearts and Styrofoam and empty double cups
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| I guess I’m ordinary 'cause I don’t give a what! |