verse 1
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designated driver but im drinking till my wallets closed
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this right here thats rock and roll, you just call it rockyroad
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sorry mr ocifer, okay i meant officer
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but all these shots just turn me to a gossiper
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tmz, binoculars and knocking on my window like im popular
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all i see is red lights, aint nobdoy stoppin ya
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you must be confused, i dont think you read the news much
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im a rasta monsta on the beat, luis guzman
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chorus
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and i feel like im drinking for the first time,aint no medicine to keep my
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from spinnin
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and i feel like im drinking for the first time so let me take you back to
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the beginning
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i mean like way back
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you get love and i make dap
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my facenodes cause pesos
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these girls comin like asap
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so stay strap, stay good
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they hatin on what we coulda been
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and im backpackin through brooklyn
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we made this song we good again
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hey now hey now
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you been fucking up my day now, day now
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i just gotta find a way out, way out
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i dont want to go home, home
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hey now, hey now
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oh im finally getting paid now, paid now
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i got models you can take out, take out
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i dont want to go home, home
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verse 2
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girls be in the club tryin to sing along to taio cruz
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swear they know like every word, but they cant even tie their shoes.
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i amused,
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my music is influenced by the muses
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im confused, did you think i liked you for your new kicks
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high heels, low chance
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a little bit of love and a slow dance
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and we are trying to grow up so fast
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and we didnt really know that we got this romance.
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and dont you brag keep it hush, you know that this love can die
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turn it up a little bit what you hear is something silent
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chorus
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and i feel like im drinking for the first time,aint no medicine to keep my
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from spinnin
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and i feel like im drinking for the first time so let me take you back to
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the beginning
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i mean like way back
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you get love and i make dap
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my facenodes cause pesos
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these girls comin like asap
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so stay strap, stay good
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they hatin on what we coulda been
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and im backpackin through brooklyn
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we made this song we good again
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hey now hey now
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you been fucking up my day now, day now
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i just gotta find a way out, way out
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i dont want to go home
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hey now, hey now
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oh im finally getting paid now, paid now
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i got models you can take out, take out
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i dont want to go home, home
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verse 3
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and tomorrows never promised
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i said im tired of being honest
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you just tryin to pick my brain
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and im just tryin to pick your wallet
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and im gonna walk away
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because i know the way
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that we live today
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aint orthadox
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its getting late
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but we all awake
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and we talking loud so just call the cops
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and mak us stop, if you can
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you can try and rake us up*
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set up a perimeter but we aint ever been in love
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i gotta couple minutes left, maybe i should live it up
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but this time, its time you should give up
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this time, its you should give it up, give it up(x4)
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final chorus
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chorus
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hey now hey now
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you been fucking up my day now, day now
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i just gotta find a way out, way out
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i dont want to go home
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hey now, hey now
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oh im finally getting paid now, paid now
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i got models you can take out, take out
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i dont want to go home, home
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Hey Now
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| Hoodie Allen |
