| I’m so sick
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| I fuck you, fuck you
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| I’mma kick that fuckin' face in
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| Blacklight, wasted
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| It wasn’t by mistake
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| That I got your mouth kicked in
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| Sweat, come right, come right, come on
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| I’ll take time to shift
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| Right hit gets shots, ping pong
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| Blow off, blow your own cock
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| When you waking, get the fuck off
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| Blacklight, wasted
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| It wasn’t by mistake
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| That I got your mouth kicked in
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| Sweat right, come right, come right, come on
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| Blow off, blow your own cock
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| When you waking the fake up to lift off, uh
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| I’mma sharpen with my lights off, lovin' you
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| Do all the things I wanna do
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| I’mma share my blood with somebody new
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| Take the rest off, fucking you
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| If it don’t turn out right
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| Don’t feel wronged
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| With what you always had
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| Now I’m bringin' it back, with your ass swung low
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| Mind is messin' with the flow
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| Turn my sex on, turn my sex off
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| Turn my sex up, double cup
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| Thread, ripline, blown, kite flying
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| Waking all the demons in your way
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| Enter in mistake
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| Come back to my place, and
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| Turn deranged, you turn your ball, hold onto faith
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| The hate dissipates
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| Are you watchin' my flame?
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| Well, consider me entertained
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| Bring it back down
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| 'Cause there used to be a time
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| When a flat top push and whine
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| I been givin' it up
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| Papercut
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| Blow up while you’re pickin' it up
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| Full of shit underneath
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| Written all on my face, fresh from the scene
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| Pink lemonade, get in the limousine
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| Climbin' on my back
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| You’re feelin' me, right?
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| Sippin' on scotch, scopin' out the scene
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| Chasin' all my dreams, I’mma bout to
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| Shit, I’m bringin' it back
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| Doin' you wrong, just like that
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| Gettin' me strong
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| Feelin' in the fight out
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| What the drum shout out
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| I let the drum shout out
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| I let the drum shout out
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| 'Cause silence is gone
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| Let the drum shout out
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| I let the drum shout out
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| I let it shout out
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| I let the drum shout out
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| Tryna breathe but I choke
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| Face fronting, move to slow
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| Don’t know where you move but I got that shit
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| Fire, make ya ass itch
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| Make ya brain twitch, routine switch
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| I can give it up, no touch
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| You better call, call, call, call the fire department
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| So fast
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| Make ya shit itch
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| Make ya head spin
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| Booty pop lock, tryna find you
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| Bass swung low, drop your creature to the floor |