| This is not a dream
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| What’s happening to this place?
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| (Taylor 'bout to fucking flex)
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| Cross on neck for the ones I hate (Cross)
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| Friday’s here, got the drugs in my veins (Yeah)
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| Pop two Xans, now she wanna give face
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| I got bands that I wanna go waste (Skrrt)
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| Friday’s here, so don’t be shy
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| Take me higher than the sky
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| Friday’s here, so let’s be friends
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| Pop that seal, the night won’t end
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| Look into her eyes and you turn to stone
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| She don’t leave the club 'cause she got no home
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| Bunch of random numbers always on her phone
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| I wonder what she’s like when she’s all alone
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| Black dress with the heels, and the makeup on (Alright)
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| Got the world in her hand, she can do no wrong (Yeah, yeah)
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| Had to get another bottle just to get along
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| Got her singing every word when I play my song
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| Don’t like her when she do coke
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| She just came for a drink and smoke
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| Don’t like her, I like her throat
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| Don’t like her, don’t want no more
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| Destined for disaster, there’s no happy ever after
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| Through the jokes and all the laughter
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| Stab my back and turn the dagger
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| I got too much shit in my head, don’t know where it went wrong
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| When the night’s about to end, she went and threw up in my lawn
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| She said she don’t wanna be here, I told her to stay strong
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| I can’t find the words to say it, so I put it in a song
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| Small-town kid, but a Hollywood boy
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| Tryna find himself, tryna find his voice
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| Never 'til now did he know where to go
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| Never 'til now did he wanna be alone
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| Rest in peace to my main boy Rockey
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| Do the dash in the whip, Ricky Bobby
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| Pop a Perc, now I’m feeling like a zombie
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| Drop a deuce in my Sprite-colored Wocky (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)
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| Father told me that I’ll never go far (Go far)
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| Didn’t listen, I was geekin' off a bar (A bar)
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| Pass the time, we was looking at the stars (Stars)
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| Pass the time 'cause I only just turned sixteen
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| And I didn’t know what love was
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| Yeah, ayy, didn’t know what loss was
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| Woah, R.I.P. |
| to a loved one
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| Ayy, R.I.P. |
| to a loved one (Skrrt)
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| Golden heart, on the seat, for the taking
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| I can tell the whole time she was fakin' (Alright)
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| Baby, I just wanna know what your name is
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| Found her with my best friend, they were naked
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| Cross on neck for the ones I hate (Cross)
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| Friday’s here, got the drugs in my veins (Yeah)
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| Pop two Xans, now she wanna give face
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| I got bands that I wanna go waste (Skrrt)
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| Friday’s here, so don’t be shy
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| Take me higher than the sky
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| Friday’s here, so let’s be friends
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| Pop that seal, the night won’t end
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| Imagine yourself
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| You just went to sleep
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| It was a hard day
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| You take a deep breath and close your eyes
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| And the nightmare begins
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| Last night, I think I made love with the devil
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| She turned my tears into diamonds on my bezel
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| After we finished, my heart feel like it’d been severed
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| I don’t want to let this go, no, not ever
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| Last night was a fast night
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| Don’t know what just happened last night, but it felt right
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| I don’t know what happened last night, last night
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| Don’t want this to be my last night, last night
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| Don’t know where I’m at, don’t know where I’ve been
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| Baby, please stay by my side, please don’t let me sin
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| Open all the doors, keep on pouring fours, yeah, ayy
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| Yeah, all I want is more
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| Going to these places that I’ve never been before
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| Go and buy designer, I might go and buy the store
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| Never will I drop a dime on top a fuckin' whore
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| Driving from our problems, skrt off in the Aventador
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| This is my world, I can do what I want
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| I can write my own story, paint it with my own font
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| I can see who I want, I can be who I am
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| I’ve been running downtown, with your bitch in my hands
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| Where you at? |
| Like, what’s up? |
| Haven’t seen you in a month
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| Are you good? |
| Are you great? |
| I’ve been tryna speculate
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| What’s the deal? |
| How you feel? |
| Have you lost all your appeal?
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| What happened to our perfect duo; |
| Kobe and Shaquille?
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| The magic of accompaniment, Taylor made in the fashion of today
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| For this occasion, this singer and this song |