| Yep
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| Yep
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| Shades over my eyes
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| Make the creepers look back at themselves
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| Sitting stuck in emotional bliss
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| The skinny amount of girls with coke on their gums
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| Tap my knee
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| I’m keepin' the rythym
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| The young and wild take chances together
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| They all jump up, twist and groove
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| But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood
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| No one talks, lost in the mood
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| No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood
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| Hey, there’s a hunger in the night
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| The moonlight kissing the nips on the model frame
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| I kissed her inner thigh
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| Closed my eyes, she began to make me fit
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| She like to go the mile, all the while
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| I can see her tear bit
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| I forgot her name
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| Something that sounds like Penelope
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| May be a French twang to it
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| Tongue was quick, she was French I knew it
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| A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism
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| She like the young nigga by my brown skin
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| My shag dog fro
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| I’m king to her
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| She will please her friend for me
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| So funny and they’ll starve in the garden
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| Naked as always, honest
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| Her hands all over my privates
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| Lost in the mood
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| No one talks, lost in the mood
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| No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood
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| But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood
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| No one talks, lost in the mood
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| No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood |