My nights are white, my soul is dull
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The beetle is my godfather, Jala is my brother
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And me, and I'm hot as Budva and Makarska
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And our blood is Balkan
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Straight from SLS, full throttle all the way to heaven
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There is no stress or anger when the bag is full
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You young and beautiful, I don't know where
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That city is a sin, I need fornication
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Did you miss me? |
(Yeah, yeah)
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Did you miss me? |
(Aha)
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Did you miss me? |
(Yeah, yeah)
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Did you miss me? |
(Woo, woo)
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And just like a new car, kid, I'm rolling you through
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My eyes are shining, this little one is like a dragon
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Find me, some madness
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If only you had never woken this beast
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Oh, Mom, everybody's talking about us
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Oh, Mom, everybody's talking about us
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Oh, Mom, everybody's talking about us
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Oh, Mom, everybody's talking about us
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And they want you all, the nights are hot
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Your soul is black, but your eyes are beautiful
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And I'm all on fire, I need a storm
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I don't need you, baby, baby, I just want you
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Get me out of here
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Straight from SLS, full throttle all the way to heaven
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There is no stress or anger when the bag is full
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You young and beautiful, I don't know where
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That city is a sin, I need fornication
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Did you miss me? |
(Yeah, yeah)
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Did you miss me? |
(Aha)
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Did you miss me? |
(Yeah, yeah)
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Did you miss me? |
(Woo, woo)
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And just like a new car, kid, I'm rolling you through
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My eyes are shining, this little one is like a dragon
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Find me, some madness
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If only you had never woken this beast
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Oh, Mom, everybody's talking about us
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Oh, Mom, everybody's talking about us
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Oh, Mom, everybody's talking about us
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Oh, Mom, everybody's talking about us |