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Oh God, God, she's really done it now |
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Coked up, her body's all spun around |
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Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it |
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And seein' her just isn't something I can stomach |
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Back it up, back it up if you talkin' shit to me |
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Smack it up, smack it up if you act a bitch to me |
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Stack it up, stack it up if you're fuckin' rich as me |
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My daddy owns a dealership, the rest is fuckin' history |
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This ain't a love song, oh no |
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This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only |
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'Cause he's lonely |
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This ain't a love song, oh, no, no, no |
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This ain't a whiskey drowned ballad |
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There ain't nothing here that's valid |
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So tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard |
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Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home |
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Over corpses of her long lost fathers and her unborn daughters |
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Goddammit, I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone |
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I can't do it alone, no I can't do it alone |
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Oh no, no, I'm not impressed with you |
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Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you |
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Rock late and sleep until the sun sets |
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I'd talk but you took the tongue I talk with |
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Back it up, back it up if you talkin' shit to me |
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Smack it up, smack it up if you act a bitch to me |
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Stack it up, stack it up if you fuckin' rich as me |
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My daddy owns a dealership, the rest is fuckin' history |
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This ain't a love song, oh no |
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This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only |
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'Cause he's lonely |
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This ain't a love song, oh, no, no, no |
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This ain't a whiskey drowned ballad |
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There ain't nothing here that's valid |
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So tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard |
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Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home |
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Over corpses of her long lost fathers and her unborn daughters |
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Goddammit, I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone |
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I can't do it alone, no I can't do it alone |
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I can call you out and complain the rain is worse |
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But it's that much better if I blame it on a person |
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I can call you out and complain the rain is worse |
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But it's that much better if I blame it on a person |
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So tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard |
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Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home |
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Over corpses of her long lost fathers and her unborn daughters |
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Goddammit, I can't do it alone |
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So tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard |
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Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home |
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Over corpses of her long lost fathers and her unborn daughters |
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Goddammit, I can't do it alone |