He asks me what we are
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I don't know what we are, but I know what we are not
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We are not made for each other
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You don't want to know how much I'm doing
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70 percent water, 20 percent art
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And 10 percent embodied wickedness
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Here's a calendar that can ever help you
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He asks me what we are
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I don't know what we are, but I know what we are not
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We are not made for each other
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You don't want to know how much I'm doing
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70 percent water, 20 percent art
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And 10 percent embodied wickedness
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Here's a calendar that can ever help you
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He asks me what we are
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I don't do anything, I'm too hot, I don't tie a slave to a guard
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Wait, I solved it on the street
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I hope you notice that I'm never afraid
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It is solved, stay calm, fixed when the world is dearer to you
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Maybe you thought he was at peace, but you're threatening me
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Do what I like, I'm not afraid, lie down
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A hatred awaits your return, you don't know what you're up to
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Kiss your relatives, chances are they'll die
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He asks me what we are
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This rope a molly looks in the bra
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I'm throwing hundreds on that shit
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My merchandise stinks and the cash is rotten
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He wants us to fuck while we travel
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Her favorite outfit, bra and bikini
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Get fresh, girl, while I'm running something
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My favorite outfit is when you sit like Eva
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I do, I do, I do, I do
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I do, I do, I do, I do (Travis)
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I do, I do, I do, I do (Juicy)
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Money and fuck her in one
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He asks me what we are
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I don't know what we are, but I know what we are not
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We are not made for each other
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You don't want to know how much I'm doing
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70 percent water, 20 percent art
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And 10 percent embodied wickedness
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Here's a calendar that can ever help you
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He asks me what we are
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I don't know what we are, but I know what we are not
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We are not made for each other
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You don't want to know how much I'm doing
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70 percent water, 20 percent art
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And 10 percent embodied wickedness
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Here's a calendar that can ever help you
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He asks me what we are
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Also from Berceni, I have all the money on my dick
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Do you want some of them? |
Take it in your hand, present in the middle
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I never drink water from their pussies
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How good she is
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Everyone copies me, but no one says it (no one says it)
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You heard of me (You heard of me)
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I'm not big shit but no pee
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I'm scared of a lot but I'm not a pussy
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You want to bury java take you with me
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I'm water like Bruce
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Lee writes on jeans
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I'm all I am not
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And you suck it for me
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Ia pula, ok
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Ok, I admit, a lie, a ling
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I walk a little, push fast into my clit
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I'm just happy I don't have time
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To have endless discussions
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I've been locked in the house for four days
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The only way out was when I was nervous
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Don't call me, don't write to me
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My bitch is a psychopath, I love her
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Uh, yeah, I'm living my dream with my eyes open
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And when I close my eyes, I live it with them closed
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He says if you don't risk you won't win
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She's older than me, even though I just want to be friends
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He asks me what we are
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I don't know what we are, but I know what we are not
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We are not made for each other
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You don't want to know how much I'm doing
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70 percent water, 20 percent art
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And 10 percent embodied wickedness
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Here's a calendar that can ever help you
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He asks me what we are
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I don't know what we are, but I know what we are not
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We are not made for each other
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You don't want to know how much I'm doing
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70 percent water, 20 percent art
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And 10 percent embodied wickedness
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Here's a calendar that can ever help you
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He asks me what we are
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P-P-Partyboy |