| She wants no strings attached she knows I’m into that
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| But somehow our wires got some knots in
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| She never do gossip
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| Needs that shit straight from the sauce if I spill she’ll clean up with no
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| thought it’s mad
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| She wants a porche
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| Drivers that open up doors told me she learnt this all from her dad
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| So boujee and I love her (yeah I do)
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| We need one another (so true)
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| The booty move like flubber I’ll rub her
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| Then get undercover ha ha ha
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| Hit me when you’re close (ring ring)
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| Then you can up your dose
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| You say you’re scared of heights
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| Sit tight girl just enjoy the flight
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| She said she wanna wake up to vanilla skies
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| Oh why oh why oh why
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| But baby I see devils in disguise
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| Oh why oh why oh why
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| They shouldn’t be here we’re up in the skies
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| It’s you and I, hold tight
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| And you won’t ever have to improvise
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| Just simplify all of our time
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| (yeah yeah)
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| And I said tell me tell me tell me tell me how it feels (yeah)
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| I just signed a deal (where)
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| She just popped a pill (wow)
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| Should of told her chill (ow)
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| Now we need a mill (yeah yeah)
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| Couple backdated payments (yep)
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| She wants backstage status
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| Can’t front though I see no appeal
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| Wait (chill chill)
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| Oh my god they wanna sing like me wanna win like me (yeah)
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| I remember when they didn’t like me now they think like me probably want my
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| girl (swear)
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| I don’t ever take a thing lightly (yeah)
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| I got plenty saying on my scales
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| They’re talking lowly but they think highly
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| We don’t know them niggas we just know ourselves
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| And have you ever seen vanilla skies
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| So white so white so white
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| We can wake up when we hit the night
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| Oh why oh why oh why I
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| They shouldn’t be here we’re up in the skies
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| It’s you and I
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| Hold tight
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| And you won’t ever have to improvise
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| Just simplify all of our time
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| She said she wanna wake up to vanilla skies
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| Oh why oh why oh why (i said tell me tell me tell me tell me how it feels)
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| But baby I see devils in disguise
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| Oh why oh why oh why (she just popped a pill)
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| They shouldn’t be here we’re up in the skies
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| It’s you and I, hold tight (should have told her chill)
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| And you won’t ever have to improvise
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| Just simplify all of our time |