| Next time never been my thing
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| So next time ain’t gonna be with me
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| I’m on Sunset cooking in the lab, 4 AM
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| Got my girl at the crib foreplaying
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| And I’m cruising down the motherfucking Boulevard
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| You should cop the album
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| Man, that shit feel like a rookie card, I should sign that shit
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| And I go out on the weekend
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| Swimming in all these shallow thoughts from the deep end
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| That’s why I’m tweaking
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| Pour it up
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| That Jack Daniels, wash away my sadness
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| For the money and the fame and the antics
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| Man, god damn it
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| So pour me some Jack Daniels
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| That Jack Daniels, last man standing
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| For the money and the fame and the antics
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| For the pain they don’t really see the damage
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| Just me and my boy Jack Daniels
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| I do it for my mama back at home
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| I’m doing everything I can
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| Yes you know, yes you know
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| And my fam got problems, I got issues
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| And you do too, that’s why I miss you
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| Even when I’m with you, girl I fuck with you
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| But I feel like I got nowhere to go
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| Nowhere to hide, no one’s inside
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| The reasons why I don’t know
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| No, I don’t know
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| So pour it up
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| That Jack Daniels, wash away my sadness
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| For the money and the fame and the antics
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| Man, god damn it
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| So pour me some Jack Daniels
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| That Jack Daniels, last man standing
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| For the money and the fame and the antics
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| For the pain they don’t really see the damage
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| Just me and my boy Jack Daniels
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| Fuck the fame, I don’t want it no more
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| Let’s hit a day on the morn'
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| That Mary Jane marijuana when I wanna
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| So I got me a girl I love a lot more
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| And she’s the only one I can stop for
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| The game driving me away like a cop car
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| I miss you, but I think I miss myself more |