Bài hát Jimmy, Brian and Mike Báo Lỗi

Yeah, woo, yeah

That's the idea, man

The fuckin Red Wings are playin

Ayy, the fuckin Red Wings are playin, man

Fuck, shut up, man

You're gonna fuckin make me miss the game

It goes, one, two, three, four

Rush room, C4

Need more bleach, breathe more

Reach for ether, either or

Markers, paint, inhale, faint

Yeah, heh, heh, smells great, heh

Acid, you don't got that

Just melt plastic

That's it

Now let it smoke and smell that shit

I can't see shit

You're foggin up the room

Gimme that shit

Bitch, you're hoggin the balloon

I might just suck nitrous all night long

If I just die

Mike, just call my mom

Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel

Put his foot through it

And crawl in it like a tunnel

From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0

Hey Brian

You ain't coverin the rush hole

You're not doin it right, pay attention

Who the fuck taught you to smoke, Bill Clinton

C'mon, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass

Okay, that's enough, damn

Tom, that's my mom's lamp

Goddamn, dude, fuckin calm down

Look at you guys, you're makin a mess

Where's Jason

Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff

He just dropped

A bunch of weights on his chest

Help me get em off

Wait, you're breakin his neck

You grab that end, dick

I'll grab this end

I told him not to lift when he sniffs

He don't listen

Get me drunk

Let me go and get me high tonight

Jimmy, don't

Jimmy don't let me die tonight

Get me home

Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight

I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

Get me drunk

Let me go and get me high tonight

Jimmy, don't

Jimmy don't let me die tonight

Get me home

Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight

I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

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I spilled beer on the carpet

But the walls are drunk, you asshole

I ain't leanin on em, I'm holdin em up

Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin em up

I'm openin up shop to the cops

And closin it shut

Nineteen shots might seem like a lot

But it's not

I ain't even buzzin, man, I swear to God

Tom, stop, you're gonna scare the dog

He's gonna bark

And Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs

And, ugh

Hey, I want some peace and quiet here

Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear

Shut up Mr. Johnson, don't even start

Go have another fuckin heart attack

You old fart

I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper

What's the matter

You can't go to the damn bathroom

Sorry, I had to shit, dude

Where's the tissue

I dunno, just use this XXL issue

Look at this house

Who put this couch crooked

Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot

Now look it

It looks like

I just stepped in a mud puddle

You fuckin dick

I'm sorry

Shut up, butthole

You prolly did it on purpose

You fuckin drunk bastard

Here, take your keys

Go boozin up, grab shit

I hate you guys, you ain't my friends

Look what you just did

To my mom's eight by tens

Now she's gonna blame me

I hope you're happy now

Party's over, everybody get your asses out

Out, I said out

Put the beer down, out

Get me drunk

Let me go and get me high tonight

Jimmy, don't

Jimmy don't let me die tonight

Get me home

Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight

I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

Get me drunk

Let me go and get me high tonight

Jimmy, don't

Jimmy don't let me die tonight

Get me home

Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight

I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

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