| It’s like bottles smashin', people crashin'
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| Unnecessary drunken feuds it’s fashion
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| Clean up that spilt drink or you ain’t crashin'
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| My bed’s out of bounds so strictly no lashin'
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| Wheres my debit card nobody move
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| You ain’t getting out of this room until I prove that you didn’t take it
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| And I misplaced it
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| Now get out of my chair I wanna check face-pic
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| All these feisty chicks I gotta face it
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| Even on a Friday evening when I’m wasted
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| You see this life, well, you’re never gonna taste it
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| I don’t associate with waste kids
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' fucked up
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| Now who’s in my yard I’ve lost count
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| There’s ten downstairs
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| There’s four on the couch
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| There’s five runnin' about
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| Someone better bounce
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| Before it’s 'ding ding' and your lights are out
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| Or you get left out like the ginge from girls aloud
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| Someone’s vomiting, gimme the sponge and towel
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| Allow it, I ain’t cleanin' up her sick
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| Why have another sip if you can’t even handle it
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| Lightweights, I really can’t stand them
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| Stay awake before I do something random
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| Permanent markers on their face I’ll brand them
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| Now welcome to the midget’s mansion
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' fucked up
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| Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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| Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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| Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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| Who’s reachin', who’s getting' woaaaaoo
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| Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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| Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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| Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what what what what
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| So that’s me drunk as a skunk
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| Shouting like some off-key punk
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| Someone got scared and went to the shop and got my junk food
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| I wasn’t trying to be rude I was in the gatheration spirit in it
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| My brethren’s dippin' her fries in Guinness in it
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| I gave her one look and I said been it in it
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| She said she would be back in a minute is it?
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| Come back next Friday
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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| There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
| My yard
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| Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' fucked up |