| I ain’t got no money left, don’t even ask
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| Yeah, fuck your wrong intentions bitch, take off your mask
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| I need escape
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| You wanna stay
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| Sad 'cause you weigh on the shelf
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| Cash in a bag
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| White on the flag (Woah)
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| I gotta go by myself
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| Yeah
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| Meteors are raining down behind the house
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| In L.A. they got nothing but drugs and pills
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| Red-eye, East to Portugal, I feel it still
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| Feel it still
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| Do you feel it still?
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| I’ll be on my way out
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| Got nothing to say now
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| Riding on a train now
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| For getting out of here
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| I be on my way out
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| Got nothing to say now
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| Take it for your grave now
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| These feelings fade away
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| She already know this isn’t gonna last (Yuh)
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| I’m up in the whip, I gotta make a dash (Ooh)
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| I ain’t got no money left, don’t even ask
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| Yeah, fuck your wrong intentions bitch, take off your mask
|
| I need escape
|
| You wanna stay
|
| Sad 'cause you weigh on the shelf
|
| Cash in a bag
|
| White on the flag (Woah)
|
| I gotta go by myself
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| Four more drinks, are we off to India? |
| (Yuh)
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| Bottles, you don’t ever let 'em in the yard (Yuh)
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| Conversation always feel like trivia
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| (Whoa)
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| Green on roulette, tell me what are the odds
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| Blue on the text with the service is gone
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| Gone, gone
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| Yeah
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| She already know this isn’t gonna last (Yuh)
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| I’m up in the whip, I gotta make a dash (Ooh)
|
| I ain’t got no money left, don’t even ask
|
| Yeah, fuck your wrong intentions please take off your mask
|
| I need escape
|
| You wanna stay
|
| Sad 'cause you weigh on the shelf
|
| Cash in a bag
|
| White on the flag (Woah)
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| I gotta go by myself |