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No more shit tonight, to more Nasty Crue.
All what everybody says is just another clue.
You always wonder how it is like to be
getting wasted all night long with chicks all around me.
Chorus:
I want some more,
I need my dope,
lit up just one more time
and I hope it will be fine.
Every fucking night looking for some dust,
every fucking day floating for some cash.
“You're a junky man, that's who you are!”,
but I don't care, I just want my stuff back.
Who cares what's good me?
Who am I supposed to be?
Who cares what's good me?
Who am I supposed to be?
Chorus:
I want some more,
I need my dope,
lit up just one more time
and I hope it will be fine.
Solo...
Chorus:
I want some more,
I need my dope,
lit up just one more time
and I hope it will be fine.
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