| Kicking dust in my eye
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| She picking fights tonight
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| And she telling her lies
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| But just a combat alive
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| And she coming just to scream
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| A minute or a while
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| And she know she just a fling
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| And I take her for a ride
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| And I feel you pulling me under
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| I’m going everything nice and slow
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| They say I’m moving too fast
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| Yeah you better slow down
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| But take a look at me grasp
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| I’m getting everything I want in town
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| And these motherfuckers coy
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| But I’m too poised to know
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| Cause ain’t short with the boys
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| But like a man I pull it all
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| And I feel you pulling me under
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| I’m going everything nice and slow
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| I wanna go down to the river
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| Wash up everything that I know
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| But I see you stand
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| Trying to be a man
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| Whatcha gonna do?
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| Whatcha gonna do?
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| You your voice like a little boy
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| Whatcha gonna do?
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| Whatcha trying to pull?
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| And I feel you pulling me under
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| I’m going everything nice and slow
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| I wanna go down to the river
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| Wash up everything that I know
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| And I feel you pulling me under
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| I’m going everything nice and slow
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| I wanna go down to the river
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| Wash up everything that I know
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| I’m going under
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| I’m going under
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| I’m going under |