| I just popped some pills
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| And all I want to do is not to feel
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| Like a fucking ball on a soccer field
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| ‘Cause everybody seems so not for real
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| While this moon is up
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| I want to ride around with you in the truck
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| I hope you don’t mind I assumed you was
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| ‘Cause I went and got a room for us
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| So let’s drink some drinks
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| Until we get so drunk we can’t wait
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| To pull each other’s clothes off and get na-ked
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| And make the motherfucking Chevy shake
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| Now I’m feeling fine in my 1979
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| Trunk full of knock and the cup with the lime
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| And I think that it’s about that time
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| So give me a shot
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| I’mma take it up to the mountain top
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| Or we could make it bounce in the parking lot
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| Straight up in a police parking spot, fuck the cops
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| We can roll, all over the city we can go
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| Anywhere you want to, creeping low
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| Baby I just want to beat the show
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| So fuck that room
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| ‘Cause I got the Chevy engine tuned
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| And I’ll keep it running just for you
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| While we illegally screw |