CAUTION

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I want to party for the hell of it
Get the money but I always be spending it
I want to party for the hell of it
But God's been telling me
That I'mma have to suffer consequences
I'm doing shows
Only cash
No hoes
Stay focused
And I don't ever want to go home
I'm just chilling backstage
And the devil playing my soul
My soul for the road
And I'mma take him on his offer
Rockstar
And a constant pill popper
I'm passing out someone get me a glass of water
Fuck that die young
I don't need a fucking doctor no

They warn me
They tell me
They warn me
They tell me
They warn me
They tell me
They warn me
They tell me

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You're trying to fix
What's already broke
Speak into my head
Like a plagiarized joke
Whatever noose around my neck
Is failing to choke
So I guess it's another party night
Of that same rum and coke
What's up

What's up get drunk
Get fucked up
What's up get drunk
Get fucked up
What's up get drunk
Get fucked up
What's up get drunk
Get fucked up
What's up get drunk
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What's up get drunk
Get fucked up
What's up get drunk
Get fucked up
What's up get drunk
Get fucked up

This town need's an enema

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It's past twelve
And I'm not going home
By myself
By myself



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Ming, Wet Hed
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