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Fuck

I’m always a drink away from a good day

Put on some Jodeci, getting loose, aye

I pummel the coochie, I'm Bobby Boucher

Maybe that’s why they put up with all my bullshit

And I bought a new Bentley without a roof, aye

In L.A. they tell me my truck is stupid

Doing cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance

I love my Prince with the Revolutions

Get hammered all alone, but don't feel bad for me

And my chauffeur drinks Patron, so call a cab for me

And I’ll leave

Fuck me up, it's only a body

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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I’m feeling naughty up on a Sunday

Fuck in the backseat of a Hyundai

I'm calling her Shrek 'cause she got a donkey

It's crazy how well we get along

My new best friend, I just met

Now it's, "Fuck everybody else"

You love someone six weekends

And never talk to them again

Call it what you want, it’s such a tragedy

I pulled a shorter straw, another casualty

Guess I'll leave

Fuck me up, it's only a body

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuck me up, it's my birthday party

Yeah, yeah, yeah

So tell me something we got in common

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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