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JACKBOYS
Why did we fall that evening?
Silhouettes for the evening
You might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm—
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do
I woke up on the seventeenth
Drunk as hell, you tellin' me
I was in the club, full of jealousy
Damn near caught a felony
One thing I know, two just wanna ride (Uh-uh)
I did it outside (Uh-uh)
I, you better go hide (Uh-uh)
Put it on her feet and I glide
Step with the three like Clyde, slide, slide
We rock the cream on the pie-ie-ie
But that's my better side (Yeah)
I can't tell a lie (Uh-uh)
This is televised (Uh-uh)
You need better guys
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Woke up on the seventeenth
With them tattoos, just is tellin' me
And them fantasies is outstandin' me
I'm only on the beat between 10 and 3
Took you, move you outside to the West
Down Southside by the 'jects
Tell me what a time, what a wreck
Never let it down, never let
Always thought T was a rex
Never thought T was a wreck
Put the ice T on your neck (Neck)
When it go cold make you sweat
Never let you go, never (Go, go)
Never let you go, you the best
But never let it go to your head (No)
I always got control of the
Woah (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm—
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Fuck the club up
Still with my dawgs
Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
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Why did we fall that evening? Silhouettes for the evening You might just be my type And I know just what you like but I'm— Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do I woke up on the seventeenth Drunk as hell, you tellin' me I was in the club, full of jealousy Damn near caught a felony One thing I know, two just wanna ride (Uh-uh) I did it outside (Uh-uh) I, you better go hide (Uh-uh) Put it on her feet and I glide Step with the three like Clyde, slide, slide We rock the cream on the pie-ie-ie But that's my better side (Yeah) I can't tell a lie (Uh-uh) This is televised (Uh-uh) You need better guys Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Woke up on the seventeenth With them tattoos, just is tellin' me And them fantasies is outstandin' me I'm only on the beat between 10 and 3 Took you, move you outside to the West Down Southside by the 'jects Tell me what a time, what a wreck Never let it down, never let Always thought T was a rex Never thought T was a wreck Put the ice T on your neck (Neck) When it go cold make you sweat Never let you go, never (Go, go) Never let you go, you the best But never let it go to your head (No) I always got control of the Woah (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Silhouettes for the weekend And you might just be my type And I know just what you like but I'm— Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Fuck the club up Still with my dawgs Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
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