| E, e, e, e
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| It's hip hop baby
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| 2019 Happy New Year!
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| Burnt drunk again
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| Well, fuck your mother!
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| Grass looms again
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| I don't know how to sleep
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| The young bastard likes to be in the center of the slam, and
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| Young bastard likes to drink even at -30, uh
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| The young bastard doesn't like the bed
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| Accelerate and not sleep, punk
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| Young motherfucker love to dance
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| Fuck it, jump and dance, yeah
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| Burnt drunk again
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| Well, fuck your mother!
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| Grass looms again
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| I don't know how to sleep
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| Drunk in extreme mode
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| Mom, dad scold
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| I don't know how to sleep
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| Or still take a shit
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| At all I'm a very bright star, I don't give a fuck,
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| But I'm not a Hollywood star
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| What to say, what to say
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| Hey ya
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| I puke again near the club
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| Fucking narc
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| Then I'll touch your lips
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| And you say: "How?"
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| Mom burned drunk
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| Well, fuck your mother!
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| Dad said he'll find everything
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| But it's been 5 years
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| Already 5 years ...
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| Eh, it's been 5 years already
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| And took me far, far, far, far, oh-oh-oh
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| Give me five, I'm flying away, e, give me five, I'm flying away, e
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| Give me five, I'm flying away, e, give me five, I'm flying away, e
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| Give me five, I'm flying away, e, give me five, I'm flying away, e
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| Burnt drunk again
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| Well, fuck your mother!
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| Grass looms again
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| I don't know how to sleep
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| I ended up at the bottom
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| But not in a rush, I walk
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| I walk, I walk
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| I walk, I walk
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| I walk, I walk
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| I walk, I walk
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| I walk, I walk
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| I walk, oh-oh
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey ho
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| Hey-ho, hey-ho, hey-ho
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| Hey-ho, hey-ho, ya |