| I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
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| You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
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| I’m nervous what this might turn into
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| Know my skin glows whenever I see ya
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| That’s why I’m shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| That’s why I’m shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| I fuck up like everyday
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| I fuck up in every way
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| I fuck up like when I pull up on Sunday at Chick-Fil-A
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| My dark twisted fantasy, beautiful insanity
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| When the rain pours, I’m the one you call your canopy
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| Face be moisturized, sun keep beamin' on your thighs
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| In Hawaii lookin' fly, my obsession multiplies
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| Butter on my fingers I’m nothing like Jerry Rice
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| When you glow, that’s how I glow
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| So my feelings they pay the price
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| I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
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| You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
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| I’m nervous what this might turn into
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| Know my skin glows whenever I see ya
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| That’s why I’m shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| That’s why I’m shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Is this shit forever?
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| Where’s the evidence?
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| Should I even bother?
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| I guess that’s confidence
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| We sippin' sake soakin' sun so sofa’s never comfy
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| So sorry summer’s over but you still my lil mommy
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| I wake up, then get up
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| Graveyard shift 'til 5
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| You stay up, then we fuck
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| You always down to ride
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| When she do the tip drill, throw it like a pinwheel
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| My problems only minor, nonexistent like a kids' wheel
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| I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
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| You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
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| I’m nervous what this might turn into
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| Know my skin glows whenever I see ya
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| That’s why I’m shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| That’s why I’m shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin'
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| Shinin' |