| Hey, this the wave now man
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| Yeah
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| CAS
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| Yeah I jumped out the matte black
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| Swagger like the Rat Pack
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| Jacket, no snapback
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| Nah, na I don’t have Snapchat
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| I’m not easy to contact
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| I’m old school like that
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| She real cheeky with the backchat
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| Yeah you talk a good one, let’s see if you can back that
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| You left no room to backtrack
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| You should see my room, bading, fat cat
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| In fact, if you skip the chit chat
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| We could beat the traffic, I’ll get you back intact
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| You ain’t gotta call back
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| See me anytime in the form of a flashback
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| Flashbang
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| Quick ting, smash, grab
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| Champers, pancakes, breakfast, black cab
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| Yeah we tapping no claptrap
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| Ain’t getting sidetracked
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| Or signing no contract
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| When you called me the first time
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| I knew you didn’t have to be mine
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| But baby for tonight
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| We can look into each other’s eyes
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| And pretend
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| That this addictive tension will never end
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| You don’t have to call me tomorrow
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| I’ll be long gone
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| And the thought of whatever was
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| I’ll put it all into the song
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Hey, this the wave now man
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| Told you, it’s what we do init
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| Yeah, tell 'em
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| When I see you next time
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| Will you have learnt to read my mind?
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| Woah, tell me can you hear my body?
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| All I can feel is my body
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| Ooh, It’s when you get close, when you get close, when you get close
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| When you get close, when you get close
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| You don’t have to call me tomorrow
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| All I want is for this fantasy to be real
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| Yeah, little setback, slight mishap
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| She ain’t on my hook now and I kinda miss that
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| About to get caught up, I can’t risk that
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| We had an arrangement, it’s all going abysmal
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| See I’m slicker than A Pimp Named Slickback
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| Dizzy off of dib dabs, spinnin' like a slipmat
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| Kick back, billin' up a zig zag
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| I whip it to her flat, true she hotter than chip fat
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| I admit that I should keep my distance
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| But I need a fix and I got low resistance
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| To her charisma, I really need assistance
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| Got under my skin, need to get her out my system
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| In the rear mirror you can see the pistons
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| 20 inch 10 spokes, spinning like a discus
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| Listening to Prince in the Discman
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| About to say something wet, hope she listening |