[feat. Drew York]
Weed, speed, liquor by any means
OCs, OPs, or we can get that
ecstasy
You stole the words from my
Pick a bar, pick a house, shit or we
can rock the parking lot
That’s its, that's it
Turn your radio up
Turn your radio up
Turn your radio up
Crank it up until your ears are
fuckin throwin it up
All day, all night
All day, all night's how we do it!
We’re all here to have a good
time right?
But I think Keith is fucked in the
head ha!
But aren’t we all
But aren’t we all just waiting to
I'm a grown ass man you can't tell
me how to live
So bow down to the symphony of
broken dreams and misery
Fresh outta detox, went for a walk
to find vodka on the rocks
But got hemmed up by the cops,
but I was clean, wasn't holdin'
But they insisted on cuffin' me
Even with my patient ID
They kept pushin' me
Fuckin’ pigs!
(stop) you can't
(stop) you can't
(stop) you can't
(stop) you can't
One more shot, three, one more
Five one more shot, god I need
Six one more shot, nine one more
Twelve one more shot, fuck no
more drugs

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