| We’re going under and there’s nothing we can do
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| The final hour before we let it go to rest
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| It’s such a heartbeat, pounding in your chest
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| In this story
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| Ah, backlash, written on me
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| Cars robbin' on the passport I be ballin'
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| Three of my ladies coming down, I be already out
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| Already on the countdown, Ima spit it right
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| Ah, backlash, written on me
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| Call, runnin' from the popo and it’s on me
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| Don’t know which way we going down, I don’t wanna know it
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| I just swear we’re going down, I don’t want to know it
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| We’re going under and there’s nothing we can do
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| The final hour before we let it go to rest
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| It’s such a heartbeat, pounding in your chest
|
| In this story
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| We’re going under and there’s nothing we can do
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| The final hour before we let it go to rest
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| It’s such a heartbeat, pounding in your chest
|
| In this story
|
| Ah, backlash, written on me
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| Cars robbin' on the passport I be ballin'
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| Three of my ladies coming down, I be already out
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| Already on the countdown, Ima set it right
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| Already on the countdown, Ima set it right
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| Ah, backlash, Ima set it right
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| Backlash written on me, cars robbin' on the passport I be ballin'
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| Three of my ladies coming down, I’m already out
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| We’re going under and there’s nothing we can do
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| The final hour before we let it go to rest
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| It’s such a heartbeat, pounding in your chest
|
| In this story
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| We’re going under and there’s nothing we can do
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| It’s such a heartbeat, pounding in your chest
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| In this story |