Let's go
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See, it's Webby
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The dude who fucked your girl last summer
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And I ain't even asked for her number, bummer
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And I ain't even smashed with a rubber
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So if your kid look like me
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Don't even ask, motherfucker
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You could be just like Web'
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With a bottle in your hand
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And a blunt to the head
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Adderall, checked, shit, I got my meds
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But I think the doctor gave me something else instead
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See, I'm back again
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What's happening
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Real life Billy Madison
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And you know that I be rolling
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Life of a rockstar
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Till I see those fucking lights on the cop car
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When I hit it, woop woop, we out
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Time to dip, bring a chick to my parent's house
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Hit it on the' from the back, right there
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Till I hear, 'Chris?'
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'Mom, stay the fuck downstairs!'
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So put your hands up and do like me
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Fill your cups up and roll that weed
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Sloppy drunk in that VIP
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Ever since I had a fake ID
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So put your hands up and do like me
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Wash those pills down and feel that beat
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Tatt your skin up and sag those jeans
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You could be just like me
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See, it's Webby
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The dude who, ah, shit, that was last verse
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I'm so high that I'm reading shit backwards
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Jedi Master, life of a bachelor
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Your girl's like salt, all up on this cracker
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Walk around dizzy with a cup full of whiskey
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The next shot of Daq' in front of me looking risky
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Think about it quick, then I drink it more quickly
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'Cause fuck, everybody in the club getting tipsy
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From the booth to the track, I am here
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At your frat with a beer, unlatching brassieres
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And I'm feeling like I'll never go to sleep
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With all this shit that's in my system
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I'll be up for a week
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So it's time to party like I do
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Because it's all I know, I don't even try to
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Till I'm forty-five thinking how the time flew
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With a cup of vodka and some ice cubes
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Telling them to
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Put your hands up and do like me
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Fill your cups up and roll that weed
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Sloppy drunk in that VIP
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Ever since I had a fake ID
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So put your hands up and do like me
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Wash those pills down and feel that beat
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Tatt your skin up and sag those jeans
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You could be just like me
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We smoking
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And we be drinking
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And we be fucking
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All like it's nothing
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That's all I know
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Party until we black out
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And then we pass out
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Then wake up like
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Fuck it, let's do it again
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So everybody just
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Put your hands up and do like me
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Fill your cups up and roll that weed
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Sloppy drunk in that VIP
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Ever since I had a fake ID
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So put your hands up and do like me
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Wash those pills down and feel that beat
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Tatt your skin up and sag those jeans
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You could be just like me
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Do Like Me
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| Chris Webby |
