| Alright, this song, it’s on
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| This is how I wrote it
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| You hear a car speeding
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| And you hear it skid
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| And then you hear a crash
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| And there’s flames and shit
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| You know what I’m saying
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| What the fuck!
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| And then you hear footsteps
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| Put the keys down
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| And the filter comes over the beat
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| And it swerves
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| I crashed your Corvette
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| I heard you bitchin'
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| Are you done yet?
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| I didn’t mean to
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| I wasn’t drinking
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| But I talked to your ex
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| They say that you’ve been affectionate
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| Fuck it
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| You’re lucky I didn’t roll it
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| You’re lucky I didn’t blow your brains out
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| Fuck it
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| Remember back when I told ya
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| That I’m a loca Colombiana (Yo te lo dije)
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| Fuck it
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| Roses and whiskey
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| I bet that you’ll miss me, no doubt
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| Fuck it
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| You’re lucky I didn’t roll it
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| You’re lucky I didn’t blow your brains out
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| (Brains out)
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| Off with your head
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| All in my daydreams
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| Always seeing red
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| But I showed you mercy
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| I crashed your Corvette
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| But I think it was fair
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| Player, this is your cross to bear
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| Fuck it
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| You’re lucky I didn’t roll it
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| You’re lucky I didn’t blow your brains out
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| Fuck it
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| Remember back when I told ya
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| That I’m a loca Colombiana (Yo te lo dije)
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| Fuck it
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| Roses and whiskey
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| I bet that you’ll miss me, no doubt
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| Fuck it
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| You’re lucky I didn’t roll it
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| You’re lucky I didn’t blow your brains out
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| (Brains out) |