| Cross my heart, hope to die
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| To my lover, I’d never lie
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| He said “be true,”
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| I swear, “I’ll try”
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| In the end, it’s him and I
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| He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
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| We got that love; |
| the crazy kind
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| I am his, and he is mine
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| In the end, it’s him and I
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| (Him and I)
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| My ’65 speeding up the PCH,
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| a hell of a ride
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| They don’t want to see us make it,
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| they just want to divide
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| 2017 Bonnie & Clyde
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| Wouldn’t see the point of living on
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| if one of us died, yeah
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| Got that kind of style
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| everybody try to rip off
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| YSL dress under
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| when she takes the mink off
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| Silk on her body,
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| pull it down and watch it slip off
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| Ever catch me cheating,
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| she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
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| Crazy, but I love her,
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| I could never run from her
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| Hit it, no rubber,
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| never would let no one touch her
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| Swear we drive each other,
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| mad, she be so stubborn
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| But, what the fuck is love
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| with no pain, no suffer
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| Intense, this shit, it gets dense
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| She knows when I’m out of it
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| like she could just sense
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| If I had a million dollars,
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| or was down to ten cents
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| She’d be down for whatever,
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| never gotta convince, no
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| Cross my heart, hope to die
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| To my lover, I’d never lie
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| (I love you baby)
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| He said “be true,”
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| I swear, “I’ll try”
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| In the end, it’s him and I
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| He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
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| We got that love; |
| the crazy kind
|
| I am his, and he is mine
|
| In the end, it’s him and I
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| Him and I
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| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| In the end, it’s him and I
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| Him and I
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| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| In the end, it’s him and I
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| We turn up, mobbin’
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| ’til the end of time
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| Only one who gets me,
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| I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
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| Remember this for when I die
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| Everybody dressed in all black,
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| suits and a tie
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| My funeral will be lit if I-
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| Ever go down or get caught,
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| if they identify
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| My bitch was the most solid,
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| nothing to solidify
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| She would never cheat,
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| you’d never see her
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| with a different guy
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| Ever tell you different,
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| then it’s a lie
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| See, that’s my down bitch,
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| see that’s my soldier
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| She keeps that thang-thang,
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| if anyone goes there
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| Calm and collected,
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| she keeps her composure
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| And she gon’ ride for me
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| until this thing over
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| We do drugs together (together)
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| Fuck up clubs together (together)
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| And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
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| If we was to sever
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| You know?
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| We keep mobbin’,
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| it’s just me and my bitch
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| Fuck the world,
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| we just gon’ keep getting rich
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| You know?
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| Cross my heart, hope to die
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| To my lover, I’d never lie
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| He said “be true,”
|
| I swear, “I’ll try”
|
| In the end, it’s him and I
|
| He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
|
| We got that love; |
| the crazy kind
|
| I am his, and he is mine
|
| In the end, it’s him and I
|
| Him and I
|
| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
|
| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| In the end, it’s him and I
|
| Him and I
|
| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
|
| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| In the end, it’s him and I
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| Cross my heart, hope to die
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| To you, I’ve never lied
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| For you, I’d take a life
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| It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
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| ‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
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| Mob and get money,
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| get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
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| Cross my heart, hope to die
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| This is our ride or die
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| You can confide in me
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| There is no hiding, I swear
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| Stay solid, never lie to you
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| Swear, most likely
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| I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah
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| Cross my heart, hope to die
|
| To my lover, I’d never lie
|
| He said “be true,”
|
| I swear, “I’ll try”
|
| In the end, it’s him and I
|
| He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
|
| We got that love, the crazy kind
|
| I am his, and he is mine
|
| In the end, it’s him and I
|
| Him and I
|
| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
|
| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
|
| In the end, it’s him and I
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| Him and I
|
| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| In the end, it’s him and I |