| Can’t open my eyes, girl
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| 'Cause I’m just too wasted
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| You’re taking me higher
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| Straight shots with no chaser
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| I’m up past the clouds
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| Can’t come down, we’re too faded
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| Way out in the stars
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| She said, «Come to outer space»
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| Then she said, «Drink dat, drink dat
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| Drink dat, drink dat»
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| She told me, «Drink dat, drink dat
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| Drink dat»
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| Then she said
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| The night is almost over
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| But we still wanna party
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| Ain’t no one in here sober
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| The weed I’m rolling’s gnarly
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| These bitches love Sosa
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| These niggas want some molly
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| I’m just chillin', gettin' high as fuck
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| Lookin' boss in my Cavalli
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| Smokin' papers, no blunts
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| Writin' «Turn up"on our cups
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| 'Cause we gon' do that
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| Someone get another bottle of gin
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| We just ran through that
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| Made a million out of nothin', thought you knew that
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| Hatin' on my crew swag, that’s too bad
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| Walk up in the party, they like, «Who that?»
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| Pourin' shots, ain’t worried 'bout precautions or the cost
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| 'Cause we goin' far, another drink, it might be a problem
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| I can’t…
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| I can’t open my eyes, girl
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| 'Cause I’m just too wasted
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| You’re taking me higher
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| Straight shots with no chaser
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| I’m up past the clouds
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| Can’t come down, we’re too faded
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| Way out in the stars
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| She said, «Come to outer space»
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| Then she said, «Drink dat, drink dat
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| Drink dat, drink dat»
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| She told me, «Drink dat, drink dat
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| Drink dat»
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| Then she said
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| We young, Black, Hollywood, we turnin' up
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| No turnin' down, even though we prolly should
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| I pass some drugs to you, it’s prolly good
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| I know that we famous
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| Here’s some red cups with shots
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| We should probably take 'em
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| Smokin' out on private property
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| Haters stay up and watch while we drink
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| Music low in case the neighbors call the cops on us
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| Niggas hate and bitches hate, all in the same
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| So take this cup of Bombay and drink all of it straight
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| Startin' to realize what this party shit can feel like
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| We take the movies and the songs, make 'em real life
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| Live for the moment, ain’t worried what it end like
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| Go to the roof and hit the bong, have a good night
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| Now you should know what the play is
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| Don’t really know what I’m feelin'
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| Sometimes I go through these phases
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| That means we both feelin' faded
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| I mean we both feelin' faded
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| I really hope that we make it
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| Can’t open my eyes, girl
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| 'Cause I’m just too wasted
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| You’re taking me higher
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| Straight shots with no chaser
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| I’m up past the clouds
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| Can’t come down, we’re too faded
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| Way out in the stars
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| She said, «Come to outer space»
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| Then she said, «Drink dat, drink dat
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| Drink dat, drink dat»
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| She told me, «Drink dat, drink dat
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| Drink dat»
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| Then she said |