| Driving the coast, eye on the road
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| Nothing but the air between us
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| Stop for a smoke, holding you close
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| We don’t really care who see’s us
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| 'Cause I, let go
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| Know I
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| Pick up when I call you
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| If you up I might fall through
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| A million niggas on your line
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| I see that you can’t get 'em off you
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| What they got to offer?
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t care, you so rare
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| Stick to yourself, you do better solo
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| You let your soul grow
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| Straight out the town
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| But it ain’t out of bounds
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| They say you SoHo
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| Hollywood got two M’s
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| Something you would never hold though
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| How your every moment look like it could be a perfect photo
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| Pose for never getting froze and making the right choice
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| Trusting your inner voice
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| Negativity just disappear, you never disappoint
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| They always dissipate, you love me 'cause this your joint
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| We would never dislocate, maybe just relocate
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| Put your trust in my hands, I promise you’ll be ok
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| I’ll show you better than I can tell you
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| Only 'cause you special, oh
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| Driving the coast, eye on the road
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| Nothing but the air between us
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| Stop for a smoke, holding you close
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| We don’t really care who see’s us
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| 'Cause I, let go
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| Know I |