| Woah-woah
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| Beach boy at the beach again
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| This is something I’ma see again, yeah
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| Nowadays everybody is the same and I swear it’s so lame, yeah (I'm so over it)
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| Nowadays everybody is the same and they play the same games, woah (I'm so over
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| it)
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| Nowadays everybody heart broke
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| They so broke, yeah, they so broke, wait
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| Nowadays everybody heart broke
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| They so broke, but I’m still getting rich though
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| Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so
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| And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it
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| Not so, you know when the bar close
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| I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with
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| Oh, oh-oh, pour me another one (Pour me another one)
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| I spilt my last (Yeah, I spilt it), yeah
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| Here goes another one (Here goes another one)
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| Baby, watch me do the dash, ayy
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| Cops right behind me and they speeding (Yeah)
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| You know we don’t need a reason, no (We never did)
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| Told you, «Baby, it’s my season» (Oh, yes it is)
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| We young, we living for the weekend, we living for the weekend
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| Everybody heartbroke 'cause they got no hoes
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| And they know my car go vroom-vroom when my toe hit it
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| Woah, woah, I might cop the white Rolls
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| And I’m feeling so punk that I might just total it
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| Smash-smash, crash-crash, now they towing it
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| Grab my bag full of grass, now I’m rollin' it
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| Treat each day like my last, make the most of it
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| Make this cash, bring it back where the ocean is
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| Don’t wanna see me in my bag (Don't wanna see me in my bag)
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| They wanna see me doing bad (They wanna see me doing bad)
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| And every time I see 'em now (When I see 'em now)
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| I disappear in the crowd (Okay)
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| Rollin' it up, ain’t putting it out
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| She bringing it up and poking it out
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| You heard of my gang, you know what I’m 'bout
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| You don’t want the fame, you don’t want the clout
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| Bounce, come to my house
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| Blow the whole ounce
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| Put on a few pounds
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| So I’ll be putting it down
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| Face down, weed loud
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| He light up, it don’t make a sound
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| She don’t fuck with them clowns, I’m her favorite now
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| Weed clouds, large amounts in my bank account
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| Shoot my shot, I’ma make it count
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| Hey there, uh, kid, we’ve been lookin' for this little punk by the name of Yung
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| Pinch, uh
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| He’s been stirring up trouble in Orange County, Los Angeles
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| Have you seen him by any chance?
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| Long hair, brown eyes, diamond chain? |
| Nah, I haven’t seen him, bro
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| Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so
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| And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it
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| Not so, you know when the bar close
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| I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with
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| Pour me another one (Pour me another one)
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| Fill my fuckin' glass, yeah
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| Pour me another one
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| 'Cause I just skipped class to be here
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| Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so
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| And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it
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| Not so, you know when the bar close
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| I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with |