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Yeah this song right here |
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Is for all the piss head |
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Who has a good girl |
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But you were way too good for them |
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And then ****** it up |
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Y'know? |
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All because of that |
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Bad, bad, bad whiskey |
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And now she don't want to ****** with me |
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I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty |
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All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey |
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Sitting alone in the clinic, I wonder \"was she worth it?\" |
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With my head in my hands while I'm waiting for the verdict |
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Cause I'm just a lying cheater, no-good |
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Wild cat eater, telling lies to my Sheila, I |
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Treat her like a diva when I love her and I need her |
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But I really don't give a damn, like a greedy beaver |
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Half a liter of tequila, now I'm trying to cheat a piss test |
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All for some chick with some big breasts and *******t breath |
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Sitting in the waiting room, hoping I can trick death |
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This is what I get for listening to what my ****** says |
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Now I got the bug for a little hanky-panky |
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Can't tell my dear, it'll kill her like Bambi's Mammy |
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Understand me? If you got a ******, then dude |
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To have a chick with who you're sticking to is kind of difficult |
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Especially when you're sipping brew, worse when you're skulling it |
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Battle with the rum, and double trouble when you funnel it, it's |
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Bad, bad, bad whiskey |
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And now she don't want to ****** with me |
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And I don't know why I'm feeling so itchy |
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All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey |
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Get the ****** away from me, asshole! |
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Baby, don't leave me, easy, please believe me! |
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Baby, bubby, booby, lovey-dovey, cutie, sweety, look |
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I know I made a booby, but there's no need to go les |
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It wasn't me, I swear, it was that dude kept me loaded |
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****** what that ho says, me and you are meant to be |
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We're connected mentally, baby, she ain't a cent to me |
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Plus she had a bushy ******* |
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\"What?!\" |
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But I never saw it though! |
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Honest she just told me that, straight up you can call her phone! |
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But I don't have her number though |
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\"Oh yeah right, sure you do.\" |
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We got drunk, I saw the ho, I fell asleep, that's all I know! |
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My ****** was in auto mode! |
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'****** you, I'm walking home.\" |
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Ok well, before you go, just one more for the road? |
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*slap* |
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Alright then, just the kissy-kissy? |
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Nah, you'll be back, I know you're gonna miss me |
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Damn, what's this, why are my eyes getting misty |
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*******t, huh, bad bad whiskey |
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Bad, bad, bad whiskey |
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And now she don't want to ****** with me |
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She asked me, \"How'd you get all those hickies?\" |
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All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey |
