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Yeah my friends say my lifestyle's a bit out of control |
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Got some whiskey in my pocket and it's burning a hole |
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At my best I'm a mess, yeah I think I'm pretty cool |
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All my teachers tried to fail me tell me, I'm a damn fool |
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Gonna wreck my car, gonna rip up all the bars |
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I'll be drunk on stage smashing up all my guitars |
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And I'm smoking, and I'm toking, and I'm living wide open |
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Ain't gonna stop 'till I drop and I bringing you you the rock |
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Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up |
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Whoa, and we drink until we throw up |
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Whoa, and we ain't never gonna give up |
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Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups |
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Whoa, now everybody put your hands up |
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If you're a world class fuck up |
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Yeah |
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Hit me |
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All you preachers politicians trying to piss on my ambitions |
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I'm hitting the ignition I'm a man that's on a mission |
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My life's on the run and you know it's kinda awesome |
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Digging ditches burning bridges just as fast as I can cross 'em |
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I'm a hot rod screaming' down a one way street |
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I got my windows down rocking to a dope ass beat, come on |
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Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up |
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Whoa, and we drink until we throw up |
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Whoa, and we ain't never gonna give up |
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Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups |
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Whoa, now everybody put your hands up |
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If you're a world class fuck up |
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Sorry mom! |
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Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up |
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Whoa, and we drink until we throw up |
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Whoa, but we ain't never gonna give up |
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Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups |
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Whoa, now everybody put your hands up |
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If you're a world class fuck up |
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Whoa, now everybody put your hands up |
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If you're a world class fuck up |