I hold my liquor
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But this man can't handle his weed
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Dark and lonely now
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In Chicago south from town
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I love Indiana
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I heard in the radio now.
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I can't handle no liquor
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But these bitches can't handle me
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I can't control my bitches
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And my bitches they can't control me
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You say you know me, my bitches
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But you just really don't know me.
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Bitch I'm back out my coma, waking up on your sofa
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When I park my Range Rover, slightly scratch your Corolla
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Okay, I smashed your Corolla, I'm hanging the hangover
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Five years we been over, ask me why I came over
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One more hit and I can own ya,
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Baby girl he's a loner, baby girl he's a loner
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Late night on October
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After that he's just on ya
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After that he's just hopeless
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Soulmates become solars
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When it's over it's over
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My bitch I'm back out my coma.
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I Can't Hold My Liquor
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| Lorde |
