| You’re coming up and you climb up there
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| You attend to get a little bit restless
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| And bring a palm ‘cause you feel like rain
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| And they spill it all over your sunset
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| Don’t stop
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| You make my world go ‘round
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| It’s spinning on your thong
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| And you travelled out to it
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| In the storm, we wrote
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| In the mouth of the danger, they tryna contain it
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| Twist me and I’m tired of you
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| What took over later down on the fender lay low
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| Come on up, come on over the hill
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| Come on up, go where we deal with your nightmares
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| You keep it out now, we’re on the road
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| Think all the damage we do by the morning
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| So don’t stop
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| The world keeps going along
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| It’s spinning on your thigh
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| You’re the tender mental kind of side, here we go
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| In the storm, we wrote
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| In the mouth of the danger, they tryna contain it
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| Twist me and I’m tired of you
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| What took over later down on the fender lay low
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| And what took over later down on the fender lay low
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| And what took over later down on the fender lay low
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| Coming from the high and whole of it all
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| Level out the up and down as we go
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| There’s an under under every.
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| Years we grow as bigamy that’s wrong
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| That shit breaks what we do
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| And you’re still grounded
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| Standin' in the storm, we wrote
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| In the mouth of the danger, they tryna contain it
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| Twist me and you’re tired of you
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| What took over later down on the fender lay low
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| In the storm, we wrote
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| In the mouth of the danger, they tryna contain it
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| Twist me and I’m tired of you
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| What took over later down on the fender lay low
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| And what took over later down on the fender lay low
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| Down on the fender lay low
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| But down on the fender lay low |