I know what’s to come
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Though I’m feeling happy now
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The knowing I’m drunk
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Of ways of knowing it always lets me down
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'Cause I always stay too long
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Long enough for something to go wrong
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I’m in a brawl
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'Cause I won’t take your lying now
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Writing’s on the wall
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The police are on their way right now
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'Cause I always stay too long
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Long enough for something to go wrong
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Yeah, I always stay too long
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Fair ladies better sing my
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S-s-song
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S-s-song
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S-s-song
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S-s-song
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I’ve got my girlfriend ringing me
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Belling me up
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I know I should probably answer
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But I just can’t be fucked
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I’ve got my peeps then with me
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And I’m having a blast
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I’m feeling so fucking good right now
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I want it to last
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So I put my phone on silent
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And I refill my glass
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The music’s so fucking banging
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Feel like I wanna dance
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I’m at the bar and I see this chick
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Checking me out
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From afar, yeah, she wants my dick
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There ain’t a doubt
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She’s got a skirt so short
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Make you drool from the mouth
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Looking my way as if to say
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I’m in with a shout
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So I pull a chair over there
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And buy her a drink,
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She says, «Cheers» I say, «Yeah»
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Our glasses go clink
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Now I’m being bad in the car
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Rubbing this girl
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Once the cab is paid
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We make our way up to the hotel
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Now I’m in the lift getting lips
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Go nice and slow
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But do I care, do I fuck
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Come on a roll, yo
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on,
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Come on a roll, yo
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on a roll, yo
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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I’ve got my peeps then with me
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At the bar doing shots
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'Cause now we’re so fucking plastered
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We don’t know when to stop
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I’ve got my girlfriend ringing me
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Belling me up
|
I know I should probably answer
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But I just can’t be fucked
|
I’ve got my peeps then with me
|
And I’m having a blast
|
I’m feeling so fucking good right now
|
I want it to last
|
So I put my phone on silent
|
And I refill my glass
|
The music’s so fucking banging
|
Feel like I wanna dance
|
I’m at the bar and I see this chick
|
Checking me out
|
From afar, yeah, she wants my dick
|
There ain’t a doubt
|
She’s got a skirt so short
|
Make you drool from the mouth
|
Looking my way as if to say
|
I’m in with a shout
|
So I pull a chair over there
|
And buy her a drink,
|
She says, «Cheers» I say, «Yeah»
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Our glasses go clink
|
Now I’m being bad in the car
|
Rubbing this girl
|
Once the cab is paid
|
We make our way up to the hotel
|
Now I’m in the lift getting lips
|
Go nice and slow
|
But do I care, do I fuck
|
Come on a roll, yo
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on a roll, yo
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on, come on
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Come on a roll, yo
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on |