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Party over here, **** you over there |
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And there she blows |
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Slip into the bathroom, lock the door |
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Sniffing like a vacuum |
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And I know that it ain't nobodies business |
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But last time she was in there for twenty minutes |
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Her roommate |
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Ruth sitting at that booth |
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Sucking on that wine like she's gonna find the truth |
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Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red |
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She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said |
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And that's |
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JohnsonHe's always on some agro frat bro gangsta stompin' |
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Acts like he's the only white boy from |
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ComptonIf real |
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G's show up, the attitude is gone |
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Jill forgot that they agreed no coke |
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Cause Jacks on the couch passed out with his mouth open |
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Led Zeppelin, |
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Stairway To |
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HeavenStay in step cause anyone can have a weapon |
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Just like |
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Chad, real white trash |
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Short fuse quick to put his foot up your ass |
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Heads up, that's his wife |
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RebeccaAnd |
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I advise you to try not to smile at her |
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And lets all have deep conversation |
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Alcohol and dialogue perfect combination |
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Throw in a cokehead or a pothead |
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Just cant stop them thought provoking topics |
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Look somebody puked in the fridge |
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Ain't that great, its where the beer lives |
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The music's too loud to hear the fire alarm |
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And imma set a fire if you don't change the song |
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C'monNothing but love |
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Yeah there was a party, many people came through |
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Standing on the wall, cause that's what |
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I doSmall-talk shot dialogue push snooze |
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Defense mechon cause |
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I got a lotta shoes {issues} |
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The moment got stolen by a lady in red |
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With a campaign slogan about the straight edge |
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But her sentence is broken |
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Her focus a fraction |
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The ash on her |
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Camels at an inch and a half |
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And her voice starts to crack |
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And her head starts to twitch |
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And Ant looks at me like, |
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What's up with this bitch? |
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I can tell by the stains and the way she complains |
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That pills ain't to blame and it ain't cocaine |
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Shes had too, too, too much coffee |
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Nate must have drank a lot of |
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Black Label |
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Tryin' to play the |
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Rottwieler under the table |
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Now light another cigarette off of the stove |
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Both ya'll drunk, which one of ya'll drove |
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These people need to stay off the sauce |
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Im shocked that the neighbors ain't called the cops |
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The music, the drunk, the fights out front |
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And half of these kids ain't near twenty one |
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Who's party is this, who's home is this |
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How'd I get here man, |
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I do grownup shit |
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Let me know when your games are all done |
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Cause I can't **** with these games you call fun |
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Have funParty over here, **** you over there |
