| It’s like gold dust
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| Ya hear me coming through your speakers
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| You see me mashin' up your air waves
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| I know you can’t get enough of my sound
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| It’s like gold dust
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| Ya hear me coming through your speakers
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| You see me blaggin' up your air waves
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| I know you can’t get enough of my sound
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| There’s no place to hurt yourself
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| The fight — I’m gonna get it
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| Tallest running for me
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| Baby, you’re gonna regret it
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| I can’t understand why you can’t free yourself, let it
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Got you in my Palm, now listen good, you can’t escape it
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| Bring you to ma world and hold you, see if you can take it
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| Don’t you be afraid, I know you’re strong enough to make it
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| Go, go, go,
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| It’s like gold dust
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| Hear me coming through your speakers
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| You see me mashin' up your air waves
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| I know you can’t get enough of my sound
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| It’s like gold dust
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| Hear me coming through your speakers
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| You see me blaggin' up your air waves
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| I know you can’t get enough of my sound
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| Everything your life’s been searching for’s in this direction
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| Come a little closer
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| Don’t you feel the intersection?
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| We gon' take you down and then we gonna keep you sweating
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Take you two around, you never known it’s non-existant
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| You won’t hear it coming, no matter how hard you listen
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| Can’t predict the highway, bring a replay our position
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| Go, go, go, go
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| I don’t know where you run from, what you’re running from, whoa
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| I don’t know where you run from, what you’re running from, whoa
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| I don’t know where you run from, what you’re running from, whoa
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| Oh, you won’t bring up yourself on fly
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| People, put your hands up in the air, I know you like it
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| Don’t you fight it, I can see you’re high and all excited
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| Flying through the night, we going up, beter hold tight it
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Now we got the starline and the g-tha to desire
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| Let me see you jump up, come on, with me — let’s go higher
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| Climbin' up the speakers, we gonna set this place on fire
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| Go, go, go, it’s like…
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| Gold dust
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| Hear me coming through your speakers
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| You see me mashin' up your air waves
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| I know you can’t get enough of my sound
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| It’s like gold dust
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| Hear me coming through your speakers
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| You see me blaggin up your air waves
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| I know you can’t get enough of my sound
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| You keep runnin' and you’re runnin'
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| And you’re runnin' and you’re runnin' away, away, away, boy
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| You keep runnin' and you’re runnin'
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| And you’re runnin' and you’re runnin' away, away, away
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| You keep runnin' and you’re runnin'
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| And you’re runnin' and you’re runnin' away, away, away, boy
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| You keep runnin' and you’re runnin'
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| And you’re runnin' and you’re runnin' away
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| Go, go, go
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| This is gold dust |