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Well it's midnight, damn right
We're wound up too tight
I gotta fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We got not fear no doubt all in balls out
We're screamin' like demons
Swingin' from the ceiling
I gotta fistful of fifties
Tequila just hit me
We got no class, no taste
No shirt and shit faced
We got them lined up
Shot down firing back straight Crown
We're wound up too tight
I gotta fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We got not fear no doubt all in balls out
We're screamin' like demons
Swingin' from the ceiling
I gotta fistful of fifties
Tequila just hit me
We got no class, no taste
No shirt and shit faced
We got them lined up
Shot down firing back straight Crown
Annons