| Now, everybody got friends but the ones I’m talkin' 'bout you can’t depend on
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| When the fists gone you gotta find that ugly broad from the bar just to get home
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| They’re wastin' time tryin' to call 'em, you’re feelin' with the alcohol
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| But when they finally do call they be like, «Where we gonna party tonight?
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| «(Damn)
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| I guess I really can’t say where I’ve been, left a second lickin' cocaine,
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| man I’m pissed
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| And ain’t tryin' to be a cool cat, school that, take shots from the bar,
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| gimme something from the blue tap
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| I don’t really go for the sour Amaretto’s, somethin' on the rocks,
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| get it poppin' like Berettas
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| I’m buzzin' like a bee, no rain Blind Melon, and the bartender said, «That's a wild-ass fella» (Yeah)
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| Shit, I shoulda said no 'cause I really don’t know how I’m gettin' back home
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| When the clock shot five, say bye, get gone, or his partner gonna realize
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| something’s gone wrong
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| 'Cause Brian just leapt in tryna call Wess, sent Clay a text, and Dusty next
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| But I noted that I’ma gonna wanna step around the corner, borrow a bowl of
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| marijuana then I go into a coma like
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| (Well I guess I’ll just see you assholes tomorrow, huh?)
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| It happens every time
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| Passed out 'cause I’m drunk again
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| Woke up on the floor I fell the night before
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| Couldn’t tell you what got me here
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| But I know one thing that happens every time
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| Mama say I got a lot to learn
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| But I rather be left alone
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| Sippin' on my bourbon, no I never learn it (Aw yeah)
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| But I know one thing that happens every time
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| Damn right, it’s goin' down tonight, headed out to the county line
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| Country girls and they’re bound to ride, goin' out to get that bounty shine
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| Drip drop, flip flop and a little bit of butterscotch, lemon drop top with a
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| cherry on top
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| Gettin' silly with a little bit of Willie then I really did the party,
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| don’t stop (Stop)
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| Hold up, I got a few more bars and I’m gettin' down like I’m Bruno Mars
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| And I keep swervin' like two go-karts, why you singin' in a bar claimin' you go
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| hard?
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| And another shot or two, I’m doin' what I gotta do to take this fine dime home
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| tonight (Night)
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| What I gotta just it through to you that everything is gonna be alright? |
| (Right)
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| (Man I’m gone)
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| It happens every time
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| Passed out 'cause I’m drunk again
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| Woke up on the floor I fell the night before
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| Couldn’t tell you what got me here
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| But I know one thing that happens every time
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| Mama say I got a lot to learn
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| But I rather be left alone
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| Sippin' on my bourbon, no I never learn it (Yeah)
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| But I know one thing that happens every time
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| It happens the same though I planned it different, I suppose I’m older so Andy
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| Griffith
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| I awake in a cell frustrated as hell, Mad Dog 20/20 chasin' my tail
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| 'Cause I’m goin' nowhere plus I’m foamin' at the mouth
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| Bitch threw me out the house, can your boy grab a couch?
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| On a hotel check in, no well restin', when it comin' to catchin' buzzes I’m
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| Odell Beckham
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| Punch drunk like McGregor, at the bar with the freak, then I got her in a bind,
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| Irish car bombs for me
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| Slick top swervin', just keep servin', one bourbon, one shot, one beer,
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| one person
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| No nurse and we chuggin', forgettin' the details, 'til memory’s erased like
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| Hillary’s emails
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| But I know where the bar is at and I be on this bar stick 'til I’m an artifact,
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| ha ha ha
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| (Yeah)
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| It happens every time
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| Passed out 'cause I’m drunk again
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| Woke up on the floor I fell the night before
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| Couldn’t tell you what got me here
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| But I know one thing that happens every time
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| Mama say I got a lot to learn
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| But I rather be left alone
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| Sippin' on my Bourbon, no I never learn it
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| But I know one thing that happens every time
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| Passed out 'cause I’m drunk again
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| Couldn’t tell you what got me here |