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(scratched:) |
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I never drink and drive |
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cause I might spill my drink |
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(Chorus) |
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Give me the keys, I'm OK |
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Quit tellin' me I'm drunk, I only had five Hurricanes |
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Quit bein' such a Puritan, I'm a mega-turrican (?) |
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Wakin' up and it's all a blur again |
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If I'm alive... |
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If I'm alive... |
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If I'm alive... |
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If I'm still alive... |
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Red Skull more like skull and crossbones |
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Took my driver's test straight pilin' over the cones |
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It ain't funny so don't you dare chuckle |
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Drivin' hella drunk without my beltbuckle |
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F**k you, I'm OK |
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That's what they all say |
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Already got a suspended license |
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Smokin' weed in my ride and lightin' incense |
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Not knowin' it could be gone in an instant |
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Pistons pumpin', slumpin' |
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Over the steering wheel |
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So many drunk drivers on the road |
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It's killing fields |
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Who gives a f**k? |
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If I get caught all I get |
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Is a slap on the wrist |
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My license tooken is a bitch |
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But I still drive with a D.U.I. |
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Crash, see my passenger fly |
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Through the windshield |
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It's hard to see you die |
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Heads crushed, necks severed from the shards |
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That's what happens playing with a wild card |
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How do you feel on trial for killin' your girl? |
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Nineteen years old, the end of the world |
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Don't know what to do |
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Pop's is gonna' kill you |
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Twelve gauge shotgun to your grill smooth |
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Got you in a predicament |
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If I'm drivin' drunk I've got a sickness |
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Some fool's is shiftless |
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Like me, gifted |
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Student GPA: four point oh |
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Blood alcohol level past that though |
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(scratched:) |
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I never drink and drive |
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cause I might spill my drink |
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(Chorus) |
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Three o'clock, time to go |
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One more line of coke with cognac |
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But my cognitive skills ain't on the shit |
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What now Sherlock? |
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Key to the lock |
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My friend's is tellin' me to stop |
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Damn near down the block |
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I found cops in the bushes peekin' |
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Plus it's the weekend and I'm off the deep end |
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I roll through an alley way, can't see |
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Getting ansy I hop on the interstate but it's late |
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Cops patrol but I don't give a f**k though |
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I swerve to the right and get stuck in a mudhole |
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Check the rearview, the coast is clear |
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Tryin' to focus here but I can't |
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Drunk as hell, bust a rail |
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Now I'm sailin' off the cliff |
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High off the spliff, plus a fifth |
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I bust my shit |
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Now I'm rollin' down the side like a suicide |
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What will my family do if I die? |
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Tension builds, I went through hills and trees |
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Stopped by a redwood first thing broke was knees |
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I feel pain then a split second later |
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Car burst into flames, they won't know my name |
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They'll have to check my dental records |
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My body is charred |
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Burnt to a crisp soon as the car flipped the crash |
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That's my ass, a thing of the past |
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Already dead by the impact of airbags |
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(scratched:) |
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I never drink and drive |
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cause I might spill my drink |
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If I'm alive... |
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If I'm alive, If I'm still alive... |
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If I'm alive... |
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If I'm alive, If I'm still alive... |
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Skull and crossbones |
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Poisonous pathways |
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(8X) |
