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to find a way to kick these blues

It's that cold in the night and I've got blood in my eyes
I say 54/40 or fight

I've go a queesy feelin' in my guts
take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
Forty one shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
planes
We getting loose, we’re a crazy gang
Trucks lined up like a crazy train
This is what we do there ain’t no stopping us
Driving over cars in out
Name on a shirt, a 40 hours
We're all just living
For quitting time
Take a turn
On the carnival ride

We're all born to be free
We're all born
and fame
Everything that I dreamed of to get a start in life's game
But suddenly it happened I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
down in a passion war 
Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born 
Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found 
By the time she finds
got to get used to living on the lam 

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded forty four in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear
out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in the club
One
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in
coast

We're taking it slow
But for now, we're two down 
And forty eight to go 

Missed an exit in Albuquerque 
We don't seem to mind at all
We
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in
Tec woulda been nicer to bring along
Sing along with me if y'all know the song
Mines, gimme, not Vinnie but I'm Naughty
In forty projects drinkin
by the tail
And everything is going my way
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five dollars in change

I've got forty eight hours and twenty five
That life begins at forty
That's when love and living start to become a gentle art
A woman who's been careful finds that's when she's in her prime
you've been crying instead
Feel like you're drowning, lying in bed
Feeling so heavy, going deep this time, deep this time
Looking at 40, acting like
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
Listen to the sounds when you're

Living high and mighty
Living high and mighty
Living high and mighty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Living high and mighty
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscret
Oh they're side by side
They're glorified
Where the underworld can meet the elite
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscret
Oh they're side by side
They're glorified
Where the underworld can meet the elite
Here in berlin - people line up to get in
To wait for the end - living in glorious sin
They've looked around - and now there is no looking back
club cause the DJ was boring came back, Valet parked in the Valet Parking.
Nigga true story, that was 12:40, bout 1 o'clock I was back in the warey?
what it buys

In the hard country
Making a living by the sweat of my brow
Hard country
Looking at the world from the back of a plow

An honest
night
I can't keep it away
Night by night
Not living for the day
Night by night
It's now or never
So baby can't you see

We're living night by
Hey why've all reg'stered, open the gate n let em out and walk em bout.
Ere we come a letter number twenty-nine, what're you gonna gimme for er
to talk to you,
Tell you what I feel, like warm hellos in the morning mist,
And you're the magic that turns my heart around.

Seems to me, we're really