| Yeah, woo
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| La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la
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| La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la
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| La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la
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| La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la
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| Ripped Dickies and I’m rollin' 'round the city
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| Somethin' in my pocket, don’t tell the committee
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| Gotta get the slime, pick the lock and drop crime
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| For it’s the last time you' ever take whats mine
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| The bar was quite nitty so I got a Uber car share
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| If I get caught it won’t just be a caution
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| I weren’t the law abider in the past life
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| But now I’ve got to settle this and take punishment, like
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| Chip on my shoulder
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| I’ve got a chip on my shoulder
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| And everybody knows it
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| I’ve got a chip on my shoulder
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| Chip on my shoulder
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| I’ve got a chip on my shoulder
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| And everybody knows it
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| I’ve got a chip on my shoulder
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| No regrets, hands cuffed in a cop car
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| Blood on my Louis shag, it’s a blem
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| It was the principal, we thought he was invincible
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| Now we invisible 'cause I went biblical
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| I’m a sinner, put my hands up, I’ll admit it
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| I need a permit so I got permission to transmit it
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| But now it’s far too late to get myself correction
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| I blame the school, they should’ve shown me some attention
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| Chip on my shoulder
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| I’ve got a chip on my shoulder
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| And everybody knows it
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| I’ve got a chip on my shoulder
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| La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la
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| La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la
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| La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la
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| La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la |