| Yah, this is for my peoples
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| Just gettin' drunk on the weekends
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| Jump in the deep end, weeded by mid-week
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| Been so pissed that I couldn’t even speak
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| Buckle at the knees, stumble on my feet
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| Slur my words, my legs don’t work
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| While my friends yellin', «Jes, don’t get with her!
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| Can’t you see that this floozie is a hood rat?»
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| «True that, my apologies, Suzie, I’m too maggit»
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| Ain’t ever been smart, shit, I’m a retard
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| Creepin' in the back of every bar where I been barred
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| All I ever wanted was a cheap glass, sneak in a flask
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| Stop buyin' beer, I’m gettin' wild in here
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| «Pleased to meet you, my name is—oh shit
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| You got a dollar for another cold drink?» |
| (haha)
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| «Yeah, why not when all that’s next up
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| Is a five-day week, the stress and headfucks, get crunk
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| This crown knows no halo
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| One day I’ma lay low and stay home
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| But till then, paint the town red
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| Till then we paint the town red (Hey)
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| All I know is some things forever change
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| I ain’t gonna lie, I tried to self-medicate
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| Till then, paint the town red
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| Till then we paint the town red (Hey)
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| «I was a teen drunk off brew»
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| «'cause the streets is raw»
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| Cop this hot shit all up in your mosh pit
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| drunk as fuck,
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| Biggie bangin' on a jukebox, bitches wishin' it was U2
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| Jesse hangin' off a rooftop thinkin' he’s too cool
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| Inside it’s 2AM, lockin', poppin'
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| Outside mayhem’s got dropkicks boxin'
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| Sounds like they’ve sent cops in to stop 'em
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| Now watch eight men stomp a hothead, squash the problem
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| Slay the conflict, spray the optics
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| Piggy-in-the-middle is a painful option
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| Pay the fine, they make the profit
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| All in the name of progress, it’s nonsense
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| They ain’t scared of the grog
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| Next Friday it’s hair of the dog, yo
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| Care for a scotch on the town
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| Smartarse alci like Charles Makowski,
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| This crown knows no halo
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| One day I’ma lay low and stay home
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| But till then, paint the town red
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| Till then we paint the town red (Hey)
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| All I know is some things forever change
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| I ain’t gonna lie, I tried to self-medicate
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| Till then, paint the town red
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| Till then we paint the town red (Hey)
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| Okay
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| If you in a club
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| I advise you to put your drinks down
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| And head to the dance floor
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| Hey
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| Life’s a bitch, she spiked my drink
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| Woke up in the morning like, «ah shit»
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| Right
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| I got an angel on my shoulder sayin', «Slow down
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| You gotta work in the morning, you should call it an evenin'»
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| While the devil’s on the other sayin', «Go hard
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| There’s more liquor needs drinkin', don’t you think about leavin'»
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| Which way do I go now? |
| Caught in the struggle 'tween
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| Common sense and the content of a bottle, be
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| Spittin' these tunes while I’m swillin' the Stout
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| It’s all tickety-boo till I figure it out, you know?
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| Yo, this crown it knows no halo
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| I lay low, scoutin' out a pouch to take home
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| Self-medicated, yo, I take it, just say so
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| If it helps me escape from whatever is painful
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| But I can feel that change is near
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| Yo, real cats face their fears, save your tears
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| I’ma make it clear and take you there
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| My naked stare’s like taming bears, you dig?
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| This crown knows no halo
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| One day I’ma lay low and stay home
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| But till then, paint the town red
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| Till then we paint the town red (Hey)
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| All I know is some things forever change
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| I ain’t gonna lie, I tried to self-medicate
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| Till then, paint the town red
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| Till then we paint the town red (Hey)
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| Paint the town red
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| We paint the town red
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| Paint the town red
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| We paint the town red |