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That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all wollow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow you're probably gonna want to do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life, live it however you wanna Mari-ju-uana is everywhere, where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin Cause none of this shit is gonna mean shit where we're goin They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignorin Even though you wake up feelin like shit every mornin But you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and updated But I still got a lot of growin up to do I still got a whole lot of throwin up to spew But when it's all said and done I'll be 40 before I know it with a 40 on the porch tellin stories with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap Babysiting for Hailey while Hailey's out gettin smashed
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