It’s like bottles smashin', people crashin'
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Unnecessary drunken feuds it’s fashion
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Clean up that spilt drink or you ain’t crashin'
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My bed’s out of bounds so strictly no lashin'
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Wheres my debit card nobody move
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You ain’t getting out of this room until I prove that you didn’t take it
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And I misplaced it
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Now get out of my chair I wanna check face-pic
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All these feisty chicks I gotta face it
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Even on a Friday evening when I’m wasted
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You see this life, well, you’re never gonna taste it
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I don’t associate with waste kids
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' fucked up
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Now who’s in my yard I’ve lost count
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There’s ten downstairs
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There’s four on the couch
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There’s five runnin' about
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Someone better bounce
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Before it’s 'ding ding' and your lights are out
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Or you get left out like the ginge from girls aloud
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Someone’s vomiting, gimme the sponge and towel
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Allow it, I ain’t cleanin' up her sick
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Why have another sip if you can’t even handle it
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Lightweights, I really can’t stand them
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Stay awake before I do something random
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Permanent markers on their face I’ll brand them
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Now welcome to the midget’s mansion
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' fucked up
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Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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Who’s reachin', who’s getting' woaaaaoo
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Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what
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Who’s reachin', who’s getting' what what what what what
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So that’s me drunk as a skunk
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Shouting like some off-key punk
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Someone got scared and went to the shop and got my junk food
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I wasn’t trying to be rude I was in the gatheration spirit in it
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My brethren’s dippin' her fries in Guinness in it
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I gave her one look and I said been it in it
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She said she would be back in a minute is it?
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Come back next Friday
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' messed up
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There’s a gatherin' where’s it at? |
My yard
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Who’s reachin, who’s gettin' fucked up |