Stay Too Long

Plan B

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    I know what's to come
    Feeling happy now
    I know when I'm drunk
    Never lets me down

    Cos I always stay too long
    Long enough for something to go wrong

    I'm in a brawl
    Cos I wont take it lying down
    Right inside the bar
    The police are on their way right now

    Cos I always stay too long
    Long enough for something to go wrong
    Yeah I always stay too long
    The ladies better singa my s-s-s-song, s-s-s-s-song, s-s-s-s-song, s-s-s-song

    I got my peeps standing with me shouting pull up your socks
    Cos we just broke the law and now we're running from cops
    I got my lip bust fighting now theres blood on my top
    And I'm still out looking for a party, somewhere to stop

    I got my peeps them telling me they know where its at
    So I pull out twenty notes and jump straight into a cab
    I'm on my way to where I'm going thinking I need more Jack
    But that probably aint the brightest idea I've ever had cos

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    I always stay too long
    Long enough for something to go wrong

    On the run from the law
    I'm looking worse for wear
    I go through a door
    And suddenly I find myself somewhere

    Somethings bound to go wrong
    If I stay too long
    I know were going to get to dawn
    Stay singing my s-s-s-song, s-s-s-s-song, s-s-s-s-song, s-s-s-song
    S-s-s-s-song, s-s-s-s-song, s-s-s-song song song

    Cmon

    Cmon

    Cmon, Cmon, Cmon, Cmon

    I got my peeps standing with me
    At the bar doing shots
    Cos now we're so fucking plastered
    We don't know when to stop
    I got my girlfriend ringing me
    Belling me up
    I know I should probably answer
    But I just cant be fucked
    I got my peeps standing with me
    And I'm having a blast
    Im feeling so fucking good right now
    I want it to last
    So I put my phone on silent
    And I refill my glass
    The music so fucking banging
    Feel like I wanna dance
    I'm at the bar and I see this chick checking me out
    From afar yes you are, yes you want my dick

    Looking at me as if to say
    I'm in with a shot
    So I pull a chair up near
    And buy us a drink
    She says cheers I says yeah
    Our glasses go clink
    Now I'm being bad, in a cab, groping this girl
    Once the cab is paid
    We make our way up to the hotel
    Now I'm in a lift, getting lips, how dumb is this girl
    But do I care? Do I fuck!

    I'm on a roll!

    Ahhhhh

    Song details

    Composition: Richard Cassell, Eric Appapoulay, Tom Wright-Goss, and Benjamin Ballance-Drew

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