| Da, da, da, da, da da da
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| Da da da
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| I’ve got it all worked out
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| I’ve gotta take it slow
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| I’ve gotta find myself, and sell my shit, and move to Mexico
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| And you always knew I would sell it if I could
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| The Devil made me do it, so it oughta be good
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| And now I’m cash trippin'
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| Heart broken
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| You keep quittin'
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| I keep smokin'
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| Realise when I resist, you hi me where it hurts,
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| I’ve got to catch you with a kiss on the fist
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| Da, da, da, da
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| You’ve got your makeup on, like bruises on your knees
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| I ain’t tryin' to judge you baby, ain’t to proud to beg you please
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| I wanna lay your body down, kiss your head goodnight
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| I never need permission if I’m singin' it right
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| And now I’m cash trippin'
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| Heart broken
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| You keep quittin'
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| I keep smokin'
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| Realise when I resist, you hi me where it hurts,
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| I’ve got to catch you with a kiss on the fist
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| What happened to a life less ordinary? |
| Fuck it’s scary
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| You’ve gone and done your time
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| You’ve paid up all your debt
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| You got high
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| I’ve gotta get my fix
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| I need the novelty
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| I’m the lazy, narcissistic, arrogant bourgeoisie |
| I get cheaper every day
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| Selling off my soul
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| But I put the hard cocked rock into roll
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| And now I’m cash trippin'
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| Heart broken
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| You keep quittin'
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| I keep smokin'
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| Realize when I resist, you hi me where it hurts,
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| I’ve got to catch you with a kiss on the fist |