Holiday
You can't think straight
Getting paid out on the interstate
Throwing shade
We'll sit and bicker on the meaning of a tailgate
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I'm afraid that I'm extinct
And ashamed when they acknowledge it
There's a give-and-take
'Til everybody does the Hundred-Dollar-Ounce Shake
I can still re-up
I can feel just fine
For a hundred bucks or two
If I give you up
Does it mean that I am always fair to you?
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Holiday
You can't think straight
Getting paid
Oh, would you ever think?
Throwing shade
How did we ever know the meaning in the first place?
I can still re-up
I can feel just fine
For a hundred bucks or two
If I give you up
Does it mean that I am always fair to you?