| Black magic, night walker (Yeah)
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| She haunts me like no other (Feel like)
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| Nobody told me (I don't know) love is pain, oh (I know we just met)
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| Black magic, dark water (But it's like)
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| Surrounds me like no other (It's like I know you better than anyone)
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| She's got my heart in chains
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| We're volatile, I can't call it, though
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| It's like too large a peg, and too small a hole (Yeah)
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| But she cheats and I catch her like the common cold (Sneeze)
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| Last time, I broke her collar bone, she's intolerable (Yeah)
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| All I know is that the sex is phenomenal, though
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| We're an unlikely pair (Yeah)
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| Like two different Nike Airs
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| But I'm the same size she wears (Jordans)
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| So I think we're soulmates though (Yeah)
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| People don't like us together, but like we care (Not me, not me)
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| Yeah, but God strike me dead (Yeah)
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| She knows that I would walk over hot coals
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| For her with both of my feet bare (Yeah)
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| But soon as I ask to hit (Ask to hit)
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| It's like she grabs a switch (Grabs a switch)
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| And turns me over her knee
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| 'Cause my ass is whipped, yeah
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| And I got her back, but I'm spineless (Yeah)
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| So when she stabs me in mine (Yeah)
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| It's like I just can't feel the knife (What?)
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| As she pokes, jabs it, and slices
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| One minute, she'll build me up (Up)
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| The next, she'll push me 'round
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| Probably why she calls me "dumbbell"
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| She lifts me up (Yeah), then puts me down (Huh)
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| But I am under her thumbnail
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| I must be under her spell
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| It's like lookin' right into a gun barrel
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| But none of these hoes can fuck with my girl
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| She got that—
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| Black magic, night walker
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| She haunts me like no other
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| Nobody told me love is pain, oh
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| Black magic, dark water
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| Surrounds me like no other
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| She's got my heart in chains
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| We wake up, break up, make up like Maybelline
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| Now she's all made up like make-believe
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| Probably why she's so fake to me
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| But what the fuck's it gonna take for me to make her see?
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| Strip her naked and take her keys
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| I been plannin' this day for weeks
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| But I can't tell if I'm 'wake or 'sleep
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| But if this is actually happenin', "sucker for pain"
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| I'm stuck in this radioactive pattern
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| But her by her motherfuckin' hair's
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| All I "imagine draggin'" (Dragon)
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| She lunges, attacks, and scratches
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| But I ain't gonna stand for that shit
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| Like Kaep for the National Anthem
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| As I stab, I'm laughin'
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| So much for witchcraft and magic
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| Abracadabra that, bitch
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| No turnin' back, I'm blackin'
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| As I say farewell to the love of my life, I cut and I slice
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| I give her one last hug goodbye
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| Wipe the blood off my butterfly knife
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| Watch her fuckin' die right in front of my eyes
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| But in hindsight
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| Think I just wanted to see what her insides look like
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| As I pop another five Vic's
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| That's what this high's like
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| Look down, there's mud on my Nikes
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| Shovel at my side, blood on my mic
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| Now wake up to Music To Be Murdered By like— |