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that dude dax - bonfire freestyle كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
this track is dedicated to ms. melissa
the cashier at the exxon on walnut road thanks for hooking me up with alcohol & tobacco when i was like 16–17

[chorus]
ayy, i remember late nights ‘round the bonfire with my best friends and some captain morgan
pouring up, getting drunk as f_ck, not slowing down until the f_cking morning
black with the wood tip, on some hood sh_t, we were steady puffin’
good kids with some bad habits, but god d_mnit i f_ckin’ loved it
40 degrees with a full moon, those winter nights, they were hittin’ different
i was mixing liquor with my dr. pepper making easy words turn to tongue twisters
f_ckin’ liver likе a whiskey river, i was drowning in it, bridge to tеrabithia
fire burning with the moon light, and the stars shining, that’s a big dipper

[verse]
next day, mom mad as h_ll she could smell the liquor “you’re grounded mr.”
like 10 o’clock on a sunday morning i’m dozin’ off to some bible scriptures (i showed up though!)
i smelled like bad decisions and a pack of swishers (yeah)
like bad decisions and a_

i was flippin’ dough just to make some dough, working part_time at the pizza shack taking all my money to my homie’s brother, he was 21, shoutout trey for that
here’s 80 bucks, keep 10 of that, use the rest to buy me some f_ckin’ jack
get some captain morgan and a bottle of vodka, i know the girls will be into that

all we’re missing now is some cold cans, and some keystones, and a pack of stogies
hit the exxon on walnut road ‘cause the cashier is the f_ckin’ homie
ms. melissa didn’t give a single d_mn about an id or the f_ckin’ police
served young kids, like 16, i swear to god she the og 20 minutes later, 87 acres, my homie’s parents think we’re in the house
they have no clue that we’re in the woods with a bonfire being h_lla loud
alan jackson on thew bluetooth, coyote singing in the background
red solo cup with some liquor in it, who’s gonna be the first on to black out?
i got my money on timbo, but really it might be big tuck
it could be clay or it could be mason, ‘cause both of them boys are some drunk f_cks
beer pong on a sh_tty table, hittin’ front cup, that was dumb luck
slingin’ two cans of four loko like 24 ounce nunchucks
sippin’ steady ‘till the sun’s up, captain morgan with my mountain dew
beer cans on a tree stump, taking drunk shots with a .22
these were the nights that i f_ckin’ love, doin’ wreckless sh_t with my f_ckin’ crew
f_ck a bar, f_ck a club, a bonfire is the f_ckin’ move

[chorus]
i remember late nights ‘round the bonfire with my best friends and some captain morgan
pouring up, getting drunk as f_ck, not slowing down until the f_cking morning
black with the wood tip, on some hood sh_t, we were steady puffin’
good kids with some bad habits, but god d_mnit i f_ckin’ loved it
40 degrees with a full moon, those winter nights, they were hittin’ different
i was mixing liquor with my dr. pepper making easy words turn to tongue twisters
f_ckin’ liver like a whiskey river, i was drowning in it, bridge to terabithia
fire burning with the moon light, and the stars shining, that’s a big dipper

[outro]
(that’s a big dipper)
(and the stars shining, that’s a big dipper)
(bonfire is the f_ckin’ move)
(with the moon light, and the stars shining, that’s a big dipper)

- that dude dax

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