| Imma take it to the-
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| Take you to moon
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| Da na na na na
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| Yeah
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| Ayy
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| Imma take it to the moon wit' it
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| Got this feelin'
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| But I don’t know what to do wit' it
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| I feel like cupid with the arrow heart
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| I’m shootin' it
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| Twin size bed, it ain’t got no room in it
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| Yeah
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| Ayy
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| I don’t know what you you thinkin'
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| When you think of me
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| Overthinkin' everything differently
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| I ain’t wantin' the sympathy
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| You want breakfast at tiffany’s
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| I just wanna get the bands like a symphony
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| I don’t think it was meant for me
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| We were worlds apart
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| I’m a piece of work
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| And baby you a work of art
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| I don’t wanna stop
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| And baby you don’t wanna start
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| Livin' life different
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| It might fall apart
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| Relieve it in the 9th inning
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| I mean I hope we save it
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| We was goin' crazy hell raisin'
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| When we fight, it’s lightin' fire at shell station
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| Blow up
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| But when you need me girl I always show up
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| We only twenty four, but I think that it’s time to grow up
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| Imma take it to the moon wit' it
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| Got this feelin'
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| But I don’t know what to do wit' it
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| I feel like cupid with the arrow heart
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| I’m shootin' it
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| Twin size bed, it ain’t got no room in it
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| Yeah
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| Get the space suite, prepare the jet for takeoff
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| We leave the ground like Kobe in the playoffs
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| We never crash land in the sand out in Afghan
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| Flip this shit around like eatin' big dots in Pac-Man
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| I don’t really-
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| Think we livin' after that fall
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| We hit the ground like people hittin' fast balls
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| One minute we here and then a flash gone
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| It really don’t last long
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| Dance wit' me, while the fat lady sing her last song
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| Imma take it to the moon wit' it
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| Got this feelin'
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| But I don’t know what to do wit' it
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| I feel like cupid with the arrow heart
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| I’m shootin' it
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| Twin size bed, it ain’t got no room in it
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| It ain’t got no room in it
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| Na na na na na na
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| Imma take it to the moon wit it
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| Imma take it to the moon wit it |