| Liquorice and liquor
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| Taste of your tongue got me feeling never sicker
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| Rolling Golden Virginia
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| I got the paper
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| That orange packet Rizla
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| Put your hands on me in the elevator, yeah
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| No, don’t fall in love, he a panty chaser yeah
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| I ain’t got no love for you
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| But you can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my friend
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| You can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my friend
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| I ain’t got no time to lose
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| But you can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my friend
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| You can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my
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| Liquorice and liquor
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| Now he’s singing bout a bout a bitch named Layla
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| Tell me, where did she came from?
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| Do you love her?
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| Do you trust her?
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| Tell me, did you fuck her?
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| Drivin' 'round the city in your Audi
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| Sayin' let’s go back to yours 'cause it’s too crowded
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| But really your intentions were to get me into bed
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| Yeah, you want to hear me say your name fucking louder
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| I ain’t got no love for you
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| But you can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my friend
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| You can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my friend
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| I ain’t got no time to lose
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| But you can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my friend
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| You can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my
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| Liquorice and liquor
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| Thoughts in my brain turned me to a fucking killer
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| Boy, I’m writin' murder
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| If I see her body, I’m not sorry, Imma catch her
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| I’m tryin' to be good
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| Bet you wish a bitch would, it’s too late for him oh
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| It’s just that you knew this
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| And still I went through this
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| Still think that I’m clueless?
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| The fuck you thought?
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| I ain’t got no love for you
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| But you can be my friend, friend, friend, friend, friend
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| You can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my friend
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| I ain’t got no, got got no you
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| But you can be my friend, friend, friend, friend, friend
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| You can be my friend
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| Boy, you can be my friend |