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night time come time to clown, driving blind stink up this town,

long faced 'cause this bag is brown, you're waiting for something.

find a party damn it's lame, nothing new just some faces the same,

this ain't from whence you came, for nothing to happen.

when you was way too young, to party serious, but you was doing it anyway.

beer bong race shakes it up, double vision knocking over cups,

fallin' down yeah she's had enough, i think she owes me something.broken bottles of aftershock, trying to get some face on my cock,

bleeding hands and this party's stopped, it ain't gonna happen

you know, they say the uh, the west side never washes off

that's true; i seen it,

but it couldn't've been all that fuckin' bad,

hope to never forget.