| A black six tockies ready for rockin'
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| That’s all your mama needs
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| They get close to dyin', overboard and flyin'
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| You’re all she ever wanted to be Gonna spread your wings and do wicked little things
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| Almost ready to fly
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| Into the night take a careful bite
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| Of what is never foreseen
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| Mother tries buyin' off the law
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| Begging for guidance in us all
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| But you got fire inside your brain
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| And that’s as cool as it gets
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| Every time she hears a knock it’s more than enough
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| To feel paranoid again
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| Might be Frankie, baby bad Jordan
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| Fallen is ready to sin
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| Give a little give, give a little tea
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| Her mama’s back on her knees
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| You’re so excited, illuminated lighted
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| Up like a Christmas tree
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| Mother keeps tryin' to inspire the lord
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| Begging for guidance in us all
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| But you got fire inside your brain
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| And that’s as cool as it gets
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| Ride from the slow, you’re ridin' in the fastest lane
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| Ain’t no turnin' back to where you’ve always been
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| Take my advice because all life’s just a lonely game
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| Just go ahead
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| Go ahead, tonight’s your night baby
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| Right from the start, you’re bangin' for the fastest lane
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| Ain’t no turnin' back to where you’ve always been
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| Take my advice because all life’s just a lonely game
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| Just go ahead
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| Go ahead, tonight’s your night baby
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| Cool as it gets
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| Cool as it gets
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| Cool as it gets
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| Cool as it gets
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| Cool as it gets
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| Cool as it gets |