| Rubber burnin burnin
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| I’ve been drinkin all night
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| Now I’m swervin swervin
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| Damn my bodys dead
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| And it’s curvin curvin
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| Tryin ta taker home
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| But I’m swervin swervin
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| (Drank got me swervin)
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| What a life of ours
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| Nights I scar
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| But where’s the pain go?
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| Prolly in the same glass that this fuckin drink go
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| Now I’m on the road tryin to find out where the lanes go
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| I don’t even know, I, I, I don’t even know
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| And I don’t really smoke but this was just one of those days yo
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| Pop in my favorite cd and let that whole shit play thru
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| Now I’m thinkin' this the type of shit that I should drink to
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| Pour me up so more, pour, pour, pour me up some more
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| How did I get here I swear this shit don’t even seem right
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| Swervin lanes and hit the left
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| I can’t even see right
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| Tell me wheres the street lights
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| Wait is that a green light?
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| I don’t even know
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| I, I, I don’t even know
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| The night was filled with life
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| But my glass was always empty
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| Bunch of ladies on me
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| All my niggas with me
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| Making more toast in the 3 a.m. at Dennys
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| Pour me up some more
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| Pour, pour, pour me up some more
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| Bottles lifted we drinking so much it’s like the bottoms endless
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| Rubber bears with dollars in it
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| Fat wallets with condoms in it
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| Nothin but money and time and fine women who wanna spend it
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| I just hope you ready if you comin with us cause I’m rubber burnin
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| I’m just cruizin down an open road on a night in Houston
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| Shorty ridin tittys poppin out
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| Like, like the eye of Houston
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| Got me servin lanes,
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| Al, alcohol is not influenced
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| Maybe so, but the 5−0 still gotta prove it
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| Till then I turn up that music
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| Music do not touch my tuners
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| Stop signs poppin up
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| But I’m sore-ing like some fucking bruises
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| Black eyed peas no worrying
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| I rollin deep as Xerxes
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| Don’t get worried when you observing me swerving |