| It’s four in the morning
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| I’ll drink what I poured then sleep it off
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| In the bed, I was yours in
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| But not anymore, so I’m waking up
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| On the wrong side of myself again
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| Big fights with the wild one in my skin
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| So I’m just ignoring my phone
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| 'Til the weed kicks in
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| 'Cause I wanna get fucked up, up
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| And if you wanna come over I’m down, down
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| I’ll set my best teacups, even let you wear the crown
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| Don’t care if it’s made up, I wanna play fake love
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| Bounce
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| You say I’m corny
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| Is it bad that I read that with an H?
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| I can’t help that I’m hopeful
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| Think I need more vodka to demonstrate
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| My love for the dimple in your chin
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| I’d like your nails sunk in my skin
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| Know I’m not yours yet
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| Just wait 'til the weed kicks in
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| 'Cause I wanna get fucked up, up
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| And if you wanna sleepover I’m down, down
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| I’ll set my best teacups, even let you wear the crown
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| I don’t care if it’s made up, I wanna play fake love
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| Bounce |