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[Hook] |
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I'm not sorry |
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I've been drinking |
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I've been smoking |
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I'm not thinkin' about tomorrow |
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Pass the bottle |
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I'm in trouble |
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Okay I know, but I'm not sorry |
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No I'm not sorry |
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I said I'm not sorry |
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No I'm not sorry |
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[Verse 1] |
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So pass me that liquor |
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Been a long day, girl I need a pick up |
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Too drunk to drive, send a cab to come and get us |
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Woke up wearing two different shoes like a kicker |
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So take me back to SoHo |
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3rd street and Bowery |
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But I don't really know though |
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Sorry I'm not sorry |
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Cause I can't go home yet |
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My credit card's at the bar and I don't know where my phone's at |
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Yeah, alright, we be gettin' reckless, drunk textin', up late, fuck breakfast |
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And don't it feel good not carin about shit |
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But I know tomorrow they gon' hear about this |
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And we stumblin' home |
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You can tell me that is wrong but I know |
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[Hook] |
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Nanananana |
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Na na na na na |
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Nanananana |
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Na na na na na |
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[Verse 2] |
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I just wanna be me |
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Not the people on the radio or the tv |
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Same kid that made his first song back in D.C. |
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And never lost sight of all that, word to Stevie |
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Now everything is blurry |
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Vision used to be 20/20, Katie Couric |
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Now it's not doe |
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Cause I'm faded on that whiskey and got all my homies with me, everybody getting trippy, turn up |
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And don't it feel good not carin' about shit |
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But I know tomorrow we gon' hear about this |
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And we stumblin' home |
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You can tell me that is wrong yeah I know but |
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[Hook] |
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So turn up |
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Hit the bar, kill the scene, I call that murder, now word up |
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So bring another round bartender |
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Cause all the best nights are the ones we can't remember |
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Ones we can't remember |
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Cause all the best nights are the ones we can't remember |
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[Hook] |