| (Man, I was so drunk last night.
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| I was drinking shots off this fine, young killer
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| Motherfucker, that was me)
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| MONOXIDE!
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| I’m gone, but I. (you gone, player)
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| I mean, I can’t even feel my legs like I’m froze
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| And I wanna get me dome,
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| But I can’t even take her home
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| I wanna go, but my girl keep blowin' up my phone
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| I don’t give a fuck, though
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| Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
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| And I’mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
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| Oh wee oh wee, oh wee oh wee
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| I just found a fuckin' jar of weed in my car
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| I be rollin' it, smokin' it ‘till I’m up in a coma
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| Hopefully I’ll control the speed
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| Roll the window open and get the fuck up out the way
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| ‘Cause I got throw up in the throat again
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| I’m on a potion binge
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| Please quit all «emotionin'»
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| It’s fuckin' with my focus and
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| I need to see who the fuck it is I’m smokin' with
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| She’s askin' me what I wanna do, and I’m hopin' hit
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| But I’m too gone for this
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| Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
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| Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
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| Jäger Bombs and bong rips
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| Vicodins and that syrup shit
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| Come with us and then get undressed
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| See how wasted we can get
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| Come with us and then get undressed
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| See how wasted we can get
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| Get high, get drunk, get high,
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| Get drunk, get high,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Puff, sip, puff sip, puff, sip,
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| Get WASTED!
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| (Yeah.
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| I ate all the shrooms and I drank a fifth of Jack Daniels.
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| I can’t feel my fucking hands.)
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| I got a bit of Tanqueray
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| Little bit of Alizé
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| Put it in a cup and I fill it to the brim
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| Bottom to the skies, then I do it all again
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| Drink of champions, tell me who wanna contend
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| ‘Cause I showed up drunk
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| Got a wet bar in the back of my truck
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| Crown Royal, Crystal Head, Seagrams Gin, Boone’s Farm, cold, dark
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| Get ya cup and shut the fuck
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| We ‘bout to party up
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| And sip and chug and drink
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| ‘Till somebody pass out or throw up
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| Bubble guts, I’m soon to spew
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| How many drinks you had tonight?
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| Bartender said that 32 will slur your speech and blur your sight
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| 36 will have you super pissy looking for a fight
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| And 50 will leave you holdin' the toilet, puking for dear life
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| I grip the grass so my ass don’t fall off the fuckin' planet
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| I’m drunk as ever but the plastered bitch don’t understand it
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| I can’t stand to stand up
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| ‘Bout to piss, I’m pissy drunk
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| Pour the rest of my liquor up into 20 sippy cups
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| Sip it slow and finish up
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| Ain’t no quitter, listen up
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| Party’s paused, but it’s back on
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| The very second I wake up
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| Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
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| Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
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| Jäger Bombs and bong rips
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| Vicodins and that syrup shit
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| Come with us and then get undressed
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| See how wasted we can get
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| Come with us and then get undressed
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| See how wasted we can get
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| Get high, get drunk, get high,
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| Get drunk, get high,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Puff, sip, puff sip, puff, sip,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Man, I woke up still higher than fuck
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| Man, I must have went to sleep with a hell of a buzz
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| Get twisted with Twiztid
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| It was ridiculous
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| Went to sleep with a thick bitch
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| And woke up with syphilis
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| Nasty. |
| in every sense of the word
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| Walkin' in the waffle house about as high as a bird
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| B-b-b- back up off me, ‘cause I might puke
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| And there ain’t no tellin' what I might do
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| I’m just like you, you’re just like me
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| Is he on some kind of pill?
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| I just might be
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| The room spinnin', I think it’s time to go
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| Give me a couple seconds, and I might blow
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| (AJAX!!)
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| I’m eatin' Jerry Bears until I’m barely there
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| Tripped my nuts off, landed in some chick’s derriere
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| Me and my hash rig make a scary pair
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| Stabbin' globs on the skillet got these fairies scared
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| Yeah, I’m purple hash wasted
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| Met this junkie hoe Katrina
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| Left the party at her man’s
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| She got drunk and stole the Beamer
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| I looked her in her eyes, said,
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| «Get comfy, hold the weiner»
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| Then we slipped through the hood,
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| Vapin', bumpin' Funky Cold Medina
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| It’s ‘Jax, bitch
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| (And it don’t stop!)
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| Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
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| Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
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| Jäger Bombs and bong rips
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| Vicodins and that syrup shit
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| Come with us and then get undressed
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| See how wasted we can get
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| Come with us and then get undressed
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| See how wasted we can get
|
| Get high, get drunk, get high,
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| Get drunk, get high, |
| Get WASTED!
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| Puff, sip, puff sip, puff, sip,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Gimme a jug of that Crowne
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| Guzzle that down
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| What’s the runner up?
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| I’m trippin' on that now
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| I can tell by the feeling in my stomach
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| Any little more of something
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| And I’ll be slumping
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| I’ll be hugging that ground
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| Yeah, you can tell that I’m stumbling
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| I don’t know how to act now
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| Had a few too many, bugging the act out
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| Drunk off my ass and I ain’t fuckin' sat down
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| That blurred vision
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| I’m on one and I’m lifted
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| Hit the dank mixed with that drank
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| Like Mad Mono, I’m Twiztid
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| And I’m gone
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| Not contemplating one conversation
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| Had too much drank
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| Get the fuck out my face, I’m wasted
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| (Ladies and gentlemen. BLAZE YA DEAD HOMIE!!)
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| Get basted, tipsy and wasted
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| Bitch, pop a molly and get naked
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| You can be my guest on the spaceship
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| We on that DMT with the aliens
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| Let’s get drunk, see double
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| Talk a little shit, I wanna start a lot of trouble
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| Burn trees, indeed, top speed,
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| Wanna see everybody turning green
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| Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
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| Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
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| Jäger Bombs and bong rips
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| Vicodins and that syrup shit
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| Come with us and then get undressed
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| See how wasted we can get
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Get high, get drunk, get high,
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| Get drunk, get high,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Puff, sip, puff sip, puff, sip,
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| Get WASTED!
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| (Bottle of Moët? Check
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| Kilo of cocaine? |
| Check
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| Box of condoms? |
| Check)
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| (Bukshot)
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| Fuck the bullshit, homie
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| Let’s get wasted
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| Throwing down the hatchet
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| Watch me turn into a spaceship
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| (Blast off)
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| Sippin' on this liquor got me lifted
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| (Cast off)
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| Talkin' to a volley ball, I’m Twiztid
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| Pull a pop cup full of vodka in the console
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| My head hurts like Daryl hit me with the crossbow
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| I saw Mono passing bottles like he’s Rondo
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| Jamie hit the bourbon like a Savage, call him Macho
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| Kush in the air, roaches in the ash tray
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| Life ain’t fair, drinkin' on a rampage
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| Cops ain’t there, so we swervin' in the fast lane
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| I don’t care, slow motion like I’m Max Payne
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| (Bukshot)
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| In the murder bucket, straight loaded
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| Naked bad bitches in the backseat, folded
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| My team’s ready, it don’t matter if they hate this
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| Tore up, laughing at your bitch
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| We’re fucking wasted
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| Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
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| Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
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| Jäger Bombs and bong rips
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| Vicodins and that syrup shit
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Get high, get drunk, get high,
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| Get drunk, get high,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Puff, sip, puff sip, puff, sip,
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| Get WASTED!
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| I’m in Ann Arbor, Michigan
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| Ratchets all around me
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| OG white kush got the whole room cloudy
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| Smelling like a pound of that shit
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| When we walk up in the place
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| Me and Trevor G
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| Taking gram blunts to the face
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| Chugging molly cocktails
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| I’m on my molly game shit
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| Fucked up at the hotel
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| Still there ain’t a bitch I can’t hit
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| Got crossed eyeballs
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| I can barely see where I am goin'
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| Got 2 Xanax bars in my body
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| Now my heart rate is slowin'
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| But I know I’ll be alright, I do this all the time
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| I actually live the life I rap about
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| In every one of these rhymes
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| Ask Twiztid, they’ll tell ya
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| I’m a crazy motherfucker
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| Abominationz tour every night
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| Lil Wyte was slightly drunker
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| Ha ha haaa.
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| (Yeah, you right Lil Wyte
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| Now roll the motherfucking blunt
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| I’ll pour this motherfucking Crowne
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| We get wasted)
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| Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
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| Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
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| Jäger Bombs and bong rips
|
| Vicodins and that syrup shit
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Get high, get drunk, get high,
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| Get drunk, get high,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Puff, sip, puff sip, puff, sip,
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| Get WASTED!
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| I hear a lot of people jibber jabber
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| About doin' this or that
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| (Johnny Richter!)
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| But me, I’m only spittin' facts
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| (Real knows real)
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| It’s Richter teaming up with Twiztid
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| Twistin' nothin' but the biggest
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| Getting' lifted, we malicious
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| You not smokin'? |
| That’s suspicious
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| Writing rhymes in hieroglyphics
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| Munchin' brownies, it’s delicious
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| that ass, kick that ass, kid
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| I’m losing my mind
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| But with the way I’m looking, fuck it |
| I’ll just cook up some more crack
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| Drinkin' vodka out the bucket
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| Mixed with heroin and smack
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| Me getting' sober? |
| That’s hilarious
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| The joke of the year
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| Wrecked on the taste of getting wasted
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| I made it my career
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| Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
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| Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
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| Jäger Bombs and bong rips
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| Vicodins and that syrup shit
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Get high, get drunk, get high,
|
| Get drunk, get high,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Puff, sip, puff sip, puff, sip,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Here we go again
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| I can’t see straight
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| I’m Twiztid off of that Jack Daniels and that purple haze
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| Here we go again
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| I’m fuckin' retarded
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| From that Xanax, that Vicodin, that cocaine and Bacardi
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| Here we go again
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| I’m fuckin' up again
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| I’m alienating my family and my closest friends
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| I’m wasted
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| Feeling of out place and
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| Falling so hard, so hard, I’m on my face again
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| Puffin' that green shit
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| Sippin' that mean shit
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| Smoking like a lunatic
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| I feel like I’mma win again
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| (Can somebody get the paramedics over here, please?
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| This nigga doesn’t have a pulse.
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| Can somebody call 911, please?
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| Aw damn.)
|
| Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
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| Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
|
| Jäger Bombs and bong rips
|
| Vicodins and that syrup shit
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Come with us and then get undressed
|
| See how wasted we can get
|
| Get high, get drunk, get high,
|
| Get drunk, get high,
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| Get WASTED!
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| Puff, sip, puff sip, puff, sip,
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| Get WASTED! |