| I'm losing control
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| But she likes, likes
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| The telly flies out the window,
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| But she likes, likes
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| Mister "hundred problems"
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| But she likes, likes
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| You can't solve them
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| You can't solve them
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| I'm losing control
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| But she likes, likes
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| The telly flies out the window,
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| But she likes, likes
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| Mister "hundred problems"
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| But she likes, likes
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| You can't solve them
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| You can't solve them
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| This princess looks like a whore
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| Swimming in bucks but I'm still a beggar
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| I sleep in a motel in a new leather jacket
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| All them parties feel like extra (what? hey)
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| Let's spend it all overnight
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| Let's rent an Impala
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| The Universe has plans for us
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| And to hell with her plans
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| It's fun at the bottom, look how I settled
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| Your girlfriend is watching, she definitely wants more
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| Spinning minty Backwoods and it tastes like Stimorol
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| Came here alone, but for some reason everything is on kipish
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| I look like a fucking bastard, okay
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| Actin' like a fucking motherfucker, okay
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| Any problems? |
| I do not have problems
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| For you, I'm just a bastard (hey, hey, hey)
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| There's a Cristal in this room (Cristal)
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| You don't see through lenses (lenses)
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| I smoked everything too fast
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| I can not stop
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| There's a Cristal in this room (Cristal)
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| You don't see through lenses (lenses)
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| I smoked everything too fast (fast)
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| I can not stop
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| I'm losing control
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| But she likes, likes
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| The telly flies out the window,
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| But she likes, likes
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| Mister "hundred problems"
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| But she likes, likes
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| You can't solve them
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| You can't solve them
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| I'm losing control
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| But she likes, likes
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| The telly flies out the window,
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| But she likes, likes
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| Mister "hundred problems"
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| But she likes, likes
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| You can't solve them
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| You can't solve them |