| Young mullah, baby
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| Umm, young mullah, baby
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| She sayin', do you have the time
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| To listen to me whine
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| She askin', who’s on the other line
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| You diss me everytime
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| I tell 'em, baby I’m a star
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| Shit, I’m above a star
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| And now, I done got so high
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| I did forgotten who you are
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| Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh, ah ah…
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| Im in love with you
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| But I can’t be with you
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| Tomorrow I’ll be back up on the first flight
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| Right up out of town
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| Young mullah baby
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| She sayin', do you have the time
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| To listen to me whine
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| She askin', who’s on the other line
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| You diss me everytime
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| I tell 'em, baby I’m a star
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| Shit, I’m above a star
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| And now, I done got so high
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| I did forgotten, who you are, are, are
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| Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh, ah ah…
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| I’m in love with you
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| But I can’t be with you
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| Tomorrow I’ll be back up on the first flight
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| Right up out of town
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| Young Mullah baby
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| Hop up on my spaceship
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| Girl I gotta drop your ass off
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| Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
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| You love it, girl I gotta take off
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| Cause I’mma be here next week
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| So call your company and take off
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| Oh oh oeh oh oh eh…
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| Cause she say «Wayne Wayne»
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| So she got me all impatient
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| Cry me a river, I can hear my conscious
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| While I say aloud
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| Boy you got a problem
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| And you ain’t foolin' no one
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| But yourself
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| You’re like a hot revolver, hot revolver
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| But you ain’t killin' no one but yourself
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| And so she’s gone to party town, on her own
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| And you go by yourself, so all alone
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| I told her I can be with her
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| But I can’t be with her
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| As much as she like me to
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| She like me too much, that’s the problem
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| Oh my god then, shorty be wildin'
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| And when I say I got to leave
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| You wouldn’t believe all of the things
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| That she’ll do and all of the things
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| That she’ll say to make me stay
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| And I be like, daaaaaammmmnnnnnn
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| I been that boy for forever
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| I’ll be back someday
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| But she wanna go with me to outer space
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| So we made love in the Milky Way and then I send her on her way
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| Boy you got a problem
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| And you ain’t foolin' no one
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| But yourself
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| Your like a hot revolver
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| But you ain’t killin' no one
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| But yourself
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| And so she’s gone to party town
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| On her own
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| And you go by yourself
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| So all alone |