| I’ve got to shape up
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| My friends will put on make up
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| We all are looking pretty
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| The other boys will crave us (yeah they will)
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| Hats off to the drunk girls dancing
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| Class off on a Thursday midnight
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| Hands soft from the overdrinking
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| Tank top and I finish off Bud Light
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| That mean I been cased in the center I’m fine
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| Cases of alcohol define that place where I find
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| Peace in the world where the girls all talk about nothing that’s fine
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| Yeah I be talking about nothing that’s fine
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| I don’t wanna speak to your feeble mind
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| And people find
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| That meaning in things so little that I don’t really want in my life
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| I stay real thin throwing up
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| Every night I’m growing up
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| Just leave me be so I be me and you be you
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| And we believe that
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| I will drink up anything and I’ll drown myself
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| The night that I don’t remember
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| I will breathe through everything and I’ll choke myself
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| The carbon gas is my contender
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| Let’s do a kegstand
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| And all my exes I will text them
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| And every second’s like the next one
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| Waiting for somebody else dressed up yeah dressed up
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| I need to get my head checked, a room full of bitches is so empty/ everybody
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| blends, huh, everybody’s tense, and everyone is the same, same, same/ lookin
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| for someone to bang, bang, bang/ uh brains filled with substance/ pockets of
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| lint, one cent, and my brains spilled on Jessica’s tongue, um, my brains filled
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| with fuck it/ ya, ya, ya, what you say, say, say/ uh, blah, blah, blah,
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| I need a paid vacation/ mainly because I don’t even know where I’m at/ the
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| walls are melting, I don’t even where I land/ wake up in the midst of a crowd,
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| with a fist full of loud, and some shades over my eyes, uh/ mainly because I
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| don’t even where I stand/ so tall and healthy, I don’t even know where I crash/
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| wake up in the midst of a crowd, with a fist full of loud, and some shades over
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| my eyes, uh/
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| And I’ll drink up anything and I’ll drown myself
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| The night that I don’t remember
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| And I’ll breathe through everything and I’ll choke myself
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| The carbon gas my contender
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| Ohh
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| Yeah, my contender
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| Ohh
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| Yeah, my contender
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| Oh oh
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Oh
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| And as the night climb up
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| I tie myself a knot and try until my time’s up
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| Why do I have to time myself when time itself is only man made up
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| I strive and climb and hike my shit
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| Try reach the top
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| And I reach the spot
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| And I repeat this each week
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| Knees weak and deep in seas
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| Where I speaking not
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| I climb up
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| I tie myself a knot
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| And try and tell my time up
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| Why do I have to time myself when time itself is only man made up
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| I strive and climb and hike my shit
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| Try reach the top
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| And I reach the spot
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| And I repeat this each week
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| Knees weak and deep in seas
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| Where I speaking not |