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Originally posted by Gabegabe
Throwin' empty bottles in the fire
Whiskey's got us singin' like a choir
We're all gonna run, when the police come.
But in the mornin' we're so alive.

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Right-right-right near the beach
Te party don't stop
If we don't get harassed by the mother****in' cops
Quarter tank of gas
About a half a pack
My cell phone's dyin' but there's no turnin' back
I can feel the breeze
Steerin' with my knee
Drummin' on the dashboard
Bumpin' to the beat
Hit the windshield wiper
Searchin' for my lighter
I gotta get right before this all nighter
