Ran outta 'tude and my nose is a runny
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I like you lots, but you think that I'm a dummy.
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Can I pick you up with me and my buddies and chill?
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We're aimin down in my Plymouth Baracouda
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Huffin and a puffin on that BC Buddah
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Don't worry bout it, sugar, you got nothin to lose.
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Come along and take a ride with me.
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I'll make some space in my dirty back seat.
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I'll break the credence, push the pedal to the metal round town.
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We'll laugh about this tomorrow.
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It's times like this I hope we'll follow.
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Ran outta 'tude and my nose is runny
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I like you lots, but you think that I'm a dummy.
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Can I pick you up with me and my buddies and chill?
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We're aimin down in my Plymouth Baracouda
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Huffin and a puffin on that BC Buddah
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Don't worry bout it, sugar, you got nothin to lose.
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Come along and take a ride with me.
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I'll make some space in my dirty back seat.
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I'll break the credence, push the pedal to the metal round town.
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We'll laugh about this tomorrow.
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It's times like this I hope we'll follow me.
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I hope they follow me. I hope they follow me. Oh oh I hope they follow me.
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Drugs
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| Black Lips |
