| And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
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| You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
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| I’m so gifted at findin' what I don’t like the most
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| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast
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| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,
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| Let’s have a toast for the assholes,
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| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,
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| Every one of them that I know
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| Let’s have a toast for the jerkoffs
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| That’ll never take work off
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| Baby, I got a plan
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| Run away as fast as you can
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| She find pictures in my email
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| I sent this bitch a picture of my dick.
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| I don’t know what it is with females
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| But I’m not too good with that shit.
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| See, I could have me a good girl
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| And still be addicted to them hoodrats
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| And I just blame everything on you
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| At least you know that’s what I’m good at
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| And I always find, yeah, I always find
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| Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
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| You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
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| I’m so gifted at findin' what I don’t like the most
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| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast
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| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,
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| Let’s have a toast for the assholes,
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| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,
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| Every one of them that I know
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| Let’s have a toast for the jerkoffs
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| That’ll never take work off
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| Baby, I got a plan
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| Run away as fast as you can
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| Run away from me, baby
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| Run away
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| Run away from me, baby (Look at you…)
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| Run away
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| Don’t have to get crazy (Look at you…)
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| Run away
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| Think I’ve found a plan
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| Run away as fast as you can
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| Run away from me, baby
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| Run away
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| Run away from me, baby (Look at you…)
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| Run away
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| Doesn’t have to get crazy (Look at you…)
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| Why can’t she just run away
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| Baby, I got a plan
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| Run away as fast as you can
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| Okay '24/7, 365 groupies stay on their grind,
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| I, I, I get it, alright I’ll help you get it,
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| but now that you’re here either leave or get with it.
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| I’m not a chauvinist, this is just reality,
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| you can’t afford guilt on a rock band salary.
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| Mickey full of vodka, you’re looking like mallory.
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| Fuck counting money, you should stick to counting calories.
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| Let me tell you this thing here is where it ends,
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| unless you’ve got a couple friends that want sharing in.
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| Yesterday you were outside staring in,
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| and now you’re here and next week you’ll be here for them.
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| Every tour bus visit every laminate,
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| comes with expectations from that band you’re with.
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| This is everyday business, so manage it,
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| or runaway now if your ass can’t handle it
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| Never was much of a romantic,
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| I could never take the intimacy.
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| And I know I did damage,
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| 'cause the look in your eyes is killing me,
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| I guess you knew of an advantage
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| 'cause you could blame me for everything.
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| And I don’t know how I’m a manage,
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| If one day you just up and leave…
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| And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
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| You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
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| I’m so gifted at findin' what I don’t like the most
|
| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast
|
| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,
|
| Let’s have a toast for the assholes,
|
| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,
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| Every one of them that I know
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| Let’s have a toast for the jerkoffs
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| That’ll never take work off
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| Baby, I got a plan
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| Run away as fast as you can |