| Um, she say she love me for these cold ass raps
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| Wanna be involved but no strings attached
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| Listen, honey, I’m feelin' kinda hungry
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| Go to dinner with ya girls, can you bring somethin' back?
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| It’s unusual that I would feel so strong
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| The party upstairs, you waitin' in the lobby
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| Fuck cares, valet the Ferrari
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| Bright Vegas lights get alarming, I’m sorry
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| Too drunk for sex, I might pass out early
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| Just keep it wet and I’ll hit it in the morning
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| Glory, free-fallin' 43 stories, cordially sippin' 40s
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| Hooked up to morphine, for sure clean like bald heads
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| I kinda wish that we would fuck more and talk less
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| Except me and you a little far-fetched
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| Reach for the stars, got my arms stretched, God bless
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| I can feel it tonight, but don’t be mad if I’m late
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| I’m just caught at the light
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| Hope you’ll be there in the morning
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| I can feel it tonight, but don’t be mad if I’m late
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| Just hop off for the night
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| Know I’ll be there in the morning
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| And I, I need a cool bitch, conversation skills
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| Roll blunts and in love with Darth Vader films
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| Love to sit there and chill when I play the keys
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| When it turn to fall, she love to go and rake the leaves
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| Make believe, used to dream of bein' Ann Marie
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| Or a model for Maybelline
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| But fantasies tend to die off when you grow up quickly
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| Her walls the exact same color as a Tiffany box
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| Make her waffles, solvin' riddles on her Popsicle stick
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| If she could, she would leave in a rocket ship
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| The way she feel got her nervous like a doctor’s trip
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| Mom said she should see a psychologist
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| Say she love me for my cold-ass raps
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| Never tell me where the cocaine stash
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| She up late, worry, tell me hurry up home
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| 11 missed calls on my phone, whoa
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| I can feel it tonight, but don’t be mad if I’m late
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| I’m just caught at the light
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| Hope you’ll be there in the morning
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| I can feel it tonight, but don’t be mad if I’m late
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| Just hop off for the night
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| Know I’ll be there in the morning |