Tonalité : Db major
Intro 1
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B
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Verse 1
C#
Party over here,
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B
C#
fuck you
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B
C#
B
over there [x8] And there she blows, slip into the bathroom
Lock the door, sniffing like a vacuum
C#
B
And I know that it ain't
nobodies business
But last time she was in
there for twenty minutes
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B
Her roommate Ruth sit
ting at that booth
Sucking on that wine like she's
gonna find the truth
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F#
B
Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red
She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said
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And that's Johnson
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B
He's always on some agro frat
bro gangsta stompin'
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B
Acts like he's the only white
boy from Compton
If real G's show up, the attitude is gone
C#
F#
Jill forgot that they agreed no coke
B
Cause Jacks on the couch passed
out with his mouth open
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B
Led Zepplin, Stairway To Heaven
Stay in step cause anyone
can have a weapon
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Just like Chad, real white trash
Short fuse quick to put
his foot up your ass
Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca
And I advise you to try not to smile at her
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B
And lets all have deep conversation
Alcohol and dialogue, perfect combination
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Throw in a cokehead or a
pothead
Just can't stop them thought
C#
provoking topics
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Look somebody puked in the fridge
Ain't that great, it's where the beer lives
C#
The music's too loud
B
to hear the fire alarm
And I'ma set a fire if you don't
change the song
Verse 2
C'mon
B
Nothing but love
Yeah there was a party,
many people came through
Standing on the wall,
cause that's what I do
Small- talk shot dialogue push snooze
Defense mechon cause I got a lotta
shoes (issues)
The moment got stolen by a lady in red
With a campaign slogan about
the straight edge
But her sentence is broken
Her focus a fraction
The ash on her Camels at
an inch and a half
And her voice starts to crack
And her head starts to twitch
And Ant looks at me like,
"What's up with this bitch?"
I can tell by the stains and
the way she complains
That pills ain't to blame and
it ain't cocaine
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B
She's had too, too, too much coffee
C#
Verse 3
Nate must have drank a
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B
lot of Black Label
Tryin' to play the
Rottwieler under the table
C#
Now light another cigarette
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B
off of the stove
Both ya'll drunk,
which one of ya'll drove?
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F#
B
These people need to stay off the sauce
I'm shocked that the neighbors
ain't called the cops
C#
The music, the drunk,
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B
the fights out front
And half of these kids ain't even
near twenty one
Who's party is this,
who's home is this?
How'd I get here man, I do grownup shit
C#
Let me know when your
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B
games are all done
Cause I can't fuck with these games
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you call fun
Verse 4
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B
C#
Have fun [x11]
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B
Party over here,
Verse 5
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B
C#
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B
fuck you over there [x8]
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B
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