| Sun is shining, skies are blue
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| I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida
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| Sun is shining, feels so cool
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| I’m never coming down, chasing another cloud
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| Meet me at the Western Union
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| Don’t give me excuses, bruises
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| And a burner phone
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| Cruising, driving down the wrong dream
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| Billboard Jesus and a gun, I don’t belong
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| Tell Hollywood you won
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| Oh baby, I know, I know we won’t make it
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| I know, I know, but we’re beautiful, beautiful
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| Like the broken stars
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| Oh baby, I know, I know we gon' make it
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| You know, you know, we’re beautiful, beautiful
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| Tell me I ain’t wrong
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| Sun is shining, skies are blue
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| I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida
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| Sun is shining, feels so cool
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| I’m never coming down, chasing another cloud
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| Got the Florida blues
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| (How many? How many?)
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| Got the Florida blues
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| (How many? How many?)
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| I got Florida blues, blues
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| I got
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| Young thing, sipping on white lightning
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| Slipping on some tight thing, gold rings
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| I’m a fucking star
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| Sleeping on the same floor, suitcase at the bus stop
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| Locked out in the rain again, council estate
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| But darling I want more
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| Oh baby, I know, I know we gon' make it
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| You know, you know, we’re beautiful, beautiful
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| Tell me I ain’t wrong
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| One way ticket in my empty pocket, and a pure high
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| Pure high, leave it all behind
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| Sun is shining, skies are blue
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| I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida
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| Sun is shining, feel so cool
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| I’m never coming down, chasing another cloud
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| Got the Florida blues
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| (How many? How many? Many)
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| Got the Florida blues
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| (How many? How many? Many)
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| I got Florida blues, blues
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| I got
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| Crush it, cut it, cook it, hook it up
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| Put it in my mouth
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| Put it in my mouth, baby, baby
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| Crush it, cut it, cook it, hook it up
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| Put it in my mouth
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| Put it in my mouth, baby, baby |