And drops of you are many for me, but you are the ocean
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A red thread passed through me - my meridian
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The dress is perfect, only I would - see you
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We are at the helm at a low start, and wait until dark
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Without clothes, but you are so warm
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You put the music on Diplo
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We are with you again High, well, and the beat is Low
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Our night is packed in zip lock - grind, roll
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The beat got you
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Covered stronger than a hundred avalanches
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They are looking for halves
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And I took and caught you
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You are my cocaine, you are my rain in the middle of the sands
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We are like Aladdin and Jasmine - we fly away again
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You are number one, wait, I don't remember the words
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In the midst of the ruins, a new world - we will arrange again
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What's wrong
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There is something wrong with the rest
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Like a marriage
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And darkness without you
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You shine and how
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You are a child of the sun, this is a fact
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Our Cadillac
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It also carries a mess in the cabin
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Roadside, sign
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And raise the flag
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I sucked in the puffs with my lips
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And clenched into a fist
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My hand, my hand, my hand
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My hand, my hand, my hand
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Let's leave this apartment unfurnished
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Everyone is in awe of you, as if from Maybelline
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What you conjured - neither could Merlin
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I forgot about everything and I see us as Frank and Marilyn
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Final round, fatality, combo, Shadari win
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Show me some new tricks in our bed
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You are not a Disney princess, you are Harley Quinn
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Show me your madness by taking off your dress
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Around you there are thousands of people and thousands of faces
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And all these crowds would like to be with you,
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But you know they're in the suicide squad
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Approaching you, they discharge my clip
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You charge me like a power bank
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I haven't been seen by my family or gang for a week
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I love it when you cutely don't understand my slang
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The temperature rises higher like cattle lang
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And your passion is a crime
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Beauty is phenomenal
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I will forget the times
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When you were gone
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You are like a maze, but I don't want to go out
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Curls are circling, and I'm jealous of you to the wind
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How can I not go when next to you to be sad
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How do you like your hoodie and these leggings
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My hand, my hand, my hand
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My hand, my hand, my hand |