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My motto was "stressed? grab the bottle",

so why the hell is my supply low?

this late at night, in life, where do i go?

do i just drink water? what do i know,

think i'm grounded, why do i keep reaching for the sky though?

is she really worth it? what do i know,

officer i'm a truant, fluent in guitar, here's a high note,

anything to keep you focused off my high smoke,

what do i know? way more then i should,

she returned with some excuse like i knew she would,

something still always said "not like she could",

i won't act like an asshole when i probably should,

just pregame, walk out and find out where the next parties at,

find a group of white girls, show em where the Bacardis at,

take the beautiful from the group, take one that gives me cardiac,

and for one night bring part of the party back.