Night. |
Lights.
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And this heavy, heavy rain.
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We are alone. |
I know for sure you will come.
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Don't leave...
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The first rule is don't trust bitches.
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The second rule is not to get carried away.
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A ticket fell on the email, there is no option to withdraw for tomorrow.
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I'm flying half the world again, hussle.
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You can't get into my world,
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But I can buy you flowers.
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Let's be realistic, there's no point
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We start this Santa Barbara.
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I play dope and fuck whores,
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I have seven days a week, the route is scheduled.
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There are enough zeros on my account,
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To fuck the whole world, bitch, I just need sex.
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I just need dope.
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This is such a flying power - not to fly away under coke.
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It's such a kick-ass thrill to be God with her.
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I will play every time, like I don't know who you are.
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Chorus:
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Don't leave...
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Stop, through quiet jazz,
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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We are alone -
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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Don't leave...
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There's a lot of money here, that's all you need.
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I just want to smoke shit and
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Climb up the charts.
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My boys are one team with me.
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I don't even have time to
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Go and eat with this bitch.
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I am a hungry wolf
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The instinct of self-preservation is to survive on the block.
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Get the most out of this bitch
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And leave her suffocating in smoke, life is such a thing.
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Ma, fuck you all you need.
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I can't stay, it's too stuffy for me with you.
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The two of us are too close, this is not just a song,
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Just turn it on, yo, there's no more room in the cockpit.
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A couple hundred bucks for the road
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A couple of boundless, torn off,
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Fuck you psychos, there are gods in this bedroom.
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Who we are, where we are from, I don't remember, I'm confused.
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I came here from the street and will stay on the street.
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Chorus:
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Don't leave...
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Stop, through quiet jazz,
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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We are alone -
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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There is only me and you, and there is no us.
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Don't leave...
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Don't leave... |