| Hurricane after hurricane
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| It’s raining in New Orleans
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| Fire in my woods
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| Watch me burn down every forest
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| Can’t feel my face
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| Must be something in the water
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| Floating in space
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| Must be something in the water
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| Calling me back
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| Ring, ring ring
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| The drink or the weed
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| The girls or the cream
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| Callin' me back
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| Ring, ring, ring
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| When I pick up
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| Pray for me
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| Calling me back
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| Ring, ring ring
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| The drink or the weed
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| The girls or the cream
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| Callin' me back
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| Ring, ring, ring
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| When I pick up
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| Pray for me
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| Wanna give up, give in
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| But I’m holding out until
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| I find myself sinking in
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| Dripping the taste of sin
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| It’s over and over
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| In over my head again
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| I don’t mind, I don’t know
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| If I can resist
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| I just wanna left myself drift
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| I don’t know, can I resist?
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| Ledge ain’t really that high
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| When the bottom, all that you know
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| Numb become the new norm
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| When the feelings hard to let go
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| Shoulda known better, but look I
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| Don’t wanna fuck up this high
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| And we a long way from the crib
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| But not along way from the sin
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| Don’t think just give in
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| I mean
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| It’s all what you want it to be
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| Rather catch a plane than a beat
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| So I’ma fly free
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| Hurricane after hurricane
|
| It’s raining in New Orleans
|
| Fire in my woods
|
| Watch me burn down every forest
|
| Can’t feel my face
|
| Must be something in the water
|
| Floating in space
|
| Must be something in the water
|
| Calling me back
|
| Ring, ring ring
|
| The drink or the weed
|
| The girls or the cream
|
| Callin' me back
|
| Ring, ring, ring
|
| When I pick up
|
| Pray for me
|
| Calling me back
|
| Ring, ring ring
|
| The drink or the weed
|
| The girls or the cream
|
| Callin' me back
|
| Ring, ring, ring
|
| When I pick up
|
| Pray for me |