| I’m all out, baby truce
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| Different colors in my pocket you can choose
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| Up all night with the crew
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| I should probably slow it down soon
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| Anyway, I need it what I want ya
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| I can’t even tell you that I want ya
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| She a sinner but she just? |
| haunt ya
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| I can’t lie voices like my dirnk angel eyes
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| I know she is savage, rock star life she so far from average
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| Took my high and put it in a casket
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| Alright, I won’t pretend she took the time to lead me and I try
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| To find the reasons in the texts
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| 'Cause I can’t fight the feeling again
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| I’m all out, baby truce
|
| Different colors in my pocket you can choose
|
| Up all night with the crew
|
| I should probably slow it down soon
|
| Anyway, I need it what I want ya
|
| I can’t even tell you that I want ya
|
| She a sinner but she just? |
| haunt ya
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| These are the moments that we won’t ever forget
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| Hard to send you after
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| I should’ve known from the start she was a death bed
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| Alright, I won’t pretend she took the time to lead me and I try
|
| To find the reasons in the texts
|
| 'Cause I can’t fight the feeling again
|
| I’m all out, baby truce
|
| Different colors in my pocket you can choose
|
| Up all night with the crew
|
| I should probably slow it down soon
|
| Anyway, I need it what I want ya
|
| I can’t even tell you that I want ya
|
| She a sinner but she just? |
| haunt ya |