Us
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Us
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Me and my friends, sittin' on the porch
Thinking about dinner, and we got some smokes
Yeah we like to pass 'em around
Me and my friends we got a car
Our speakers are busted
But we go real far
Yeah and we still turn it up loud
And we don't care about the shape were in
Ain't got no time
Time to sleep
We ain't got no money
For us to keep
But we got us
We got us
We got us
Me and my friends, were more like brothers
We like to tease, and wrestle each other
Yeah, till we all fall down
Yeah, we don't give a damn about the shape were in
Ain't got no time
Time to sleep
We ain't got no money
For us to keep
But we got us
We got us
We got us
We got us
We got us
We got us
Need no one else
Me and my friends, were more like brothers
We like to tease, and wrestle each other
Me and my friends, sittin' on the porch
Thinking about dinner
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