| Last night, I must’ve got my moves on
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| Cuz I woke up with my shoes
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| I got a broke ass TV and some hot girlies sleepin next to me
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| I think I might have broke my guitar
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| And I’m still wondering where I parked my car
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| I got this feelin in my head
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| And microspells inside my med
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| I try to remember what I said
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| But all my friends keep tellin me that
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| We’re free, and the girlies were so sexy, yeayeah
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| You know that I love seeing her doping to drinking
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| Drinkin' last night, and I think I got into a fight
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| My neighbors called the cops, SWAT team helicopter was surf’s right
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| But I was hidin in a tree
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| That’s why they never found me
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| Made my way back to the party
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| And then I went and scored some weed
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| Let me tell ya friends that drink: We’re free
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| And the apartment was so testy
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| You know that I love seeing her toking to drinking
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| Last night, I did some thinkin
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| Which is probably why I started drinking
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| You took the wind out of me
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| And now I can’t breathe
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| But if I could smoke a joint in public
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| I probably wouldn’t be such a drug head
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| I would offer compliments instead of talking shit
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| Last night, together we looked at the stars
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| Holy shit I think I found my car!
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| I’ve got to clean up these three scripts
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| Wash shit a drawing off my fists
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| They drew m
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| And start over again because I drink
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| We’re free, and the apartment was so testy
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| And if ya wan come test me
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| I’m not got to fan make a move lowkey |