| Another club, another night, yeah
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| When I go to my room and we talk, fill it up
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| I’m just trying to connect with the world
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| And this place where I’ve been in a city of sins
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| And playing by it’s cold, cold rules
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| On the roof, on my town, bring the beat, break it down
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| Bring us a bottle or two
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| All I really wanna do, wanna do is…
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| Lay here with my girl
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| Serve her breakfast in the morning
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| Take her on a plane 'round the world
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| No, I can’t take it any longer
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| Girl, no one pop it quite like you
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| Oh, almost too good to be true
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| I’m stoked about the things you do
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| You was high as me
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| Gotta be the one, ooh-ooh
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| Gotta be the one, yeah
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| Gotta be the one, ooh-ooh
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| Gotta be the one
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| Another joint, a private show
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| Throwing bills, make it rain, got the boat, got the chain
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| Girl, I-I-I, I’ve been fooling you
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| For so long, I’ve been doing you wrong
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| But I get tense when the legs up there
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| Just the scent of her skin, I don’t want to give in
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| Bring us a bottle or two
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| All I really wanna do, wanna do is…
|
| Lay here with my girl
|
| Serve her breakfast in the morning
|
| Take her on a plane 'round the world
|
| No, I can’t take it any longer
|
| Girl, no one pop it quite like you
|
| Oh, almost too good to be true
|
| I’m stoked about the things you do
|
| You was high as me
|
| Gotta be the one, ooh-ooh
|
| Gotta be the one, yeah
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| Gotta be the one, ooh-ooh
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| Gotta be the one
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| Make me feel so good when I’m with you
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| Yeah, I get so lonely when I’m not with you
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| Girl, I’m ready if you’re ready
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| You just do your thing, o-o-oh
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| Girl, no one pop it quite like you
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| Oh, almost too good to be true
|
| I’m stoked about the things you do
|
| You was high as me
|
| Gotta be the one, ooh-ooh
|
| Gotta be the one, yeah
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| Gotta be the one, ooh-ooh
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| Gotta be the one |