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Yeah, the party don't stop, we ain't wait for the weekend You can look at my accomplishments if we need a reason Tell the tender buy a bottle of whatever the cheapest And we can figure out tomorrow if we swam in the deep end First we hitting the movies and then we making a movie Got a asshole fatter, it overflow the jacuzzi Yeah, passing on that, you better kill me or sue me 'Cause I'd be out of my mind if I ever pass on a groupie This the life for the young, broke and handsome Pants on fire, do a dance or a handstand Oh my God, fly to France, just landed Oh my God, flash titties for the candid Yeah, story told, never written Looking to the future for a glimpse of my winning Deep end with the sharks where I learned how to swim Now I'm eating sushi, dabbing up some fishes and fins Whoa, giving up on giving people second chances when they ask Give a fuck about nothing, you wonder all about the past Everybody laugh while the glass it is in your grasp Too much of whatever's good for you is never gonna last Too many have passed in the presence of your sleeping ass Waking up to the news you wishing you could take it back Dreaming stars when you stop sleeping, time to get the flash Light up in the night, keep moving to another path Cruising on control, find the speed that I go Past people on the interstate where passengers grow Doing numbers too fast for the car's speedometer Throwing feet up on the dash but I stay on top of her Got 18-wheelers giving toasts to the way that I stroll Been only half a day, just passing a thousand or more Just keep it a buzz, the feelings will flow Stay strapped, America, spears in the coat Yeah, we live the life, I catch the flight Touchdown, time zone difference, it's almost like The night never lasted for American bastards Stay fresh to death, even inside my casket Lately, I've been crafting classics Ask 'em, if you dare to shrug the madness, better pass 'em Something to enhance the past tense Happened to be courtside for the last dance Desert of snow, blizzard hell if it's cold Folding life as we know it and half a soul, I've been told Either way we'd be stepping up with no sense of direction Sky full of clouds that we see right through deception Carrying the messages, the goal, no exceptions Keep a scroll or two for space, 'cause phones have got no reception Bitches talking, try to with the rada-rada No time lost to regenerate the power-power Yo, would you lie for me, ride for me? Tell me if you would die for me When you're looking inside of me, tell me what do you see I'm an expert in pressure, sometimes lesser is better You're better off booking sessions with a Michael impression Saving that for the later, instead of paper on gaiters I swear to God like Cop Sport and never gone act theater Rolling around with a pimp, blowing smoke to a stiff I never roll with ya, but I'm another on your ship, yeah Tell if a tale of a bitch, everybody wishing the hit Truth be told, pussy ain't the gold that you wear on your wrist No other ways, a fortune telling the future you missed Like looking out the window at the dusk as it fades in the mist Priorities based on I never love one place Take a sip of the wine as I grab a piece of the cake Champagne popping bottles, now it's time to toast for a break And dodge the looks from the models, it's time to plan the escape