| Hey, you
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| Can I learn your flavour?
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| It’s brand new
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| Now it’s in the papers
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| All I seem to see
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| Must be something underneath
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| Take two.
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| I’m still tryna figure out what makes you hard on the call
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| I guess it comes from your heart
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| 'Cause when your head’s right,
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| You take your time
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| There’s something about the love for things you like
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| Fire when the strobe hits you, you
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| Bet you’re looking for something new, whoa, oh, oh
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| I feel the heat with you starin' off across the room.
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| I dare you play your cards, boy
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| You bet I’m a TRNDSTTR, too
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| Fire when the strobe hits you
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| Bet you’re looking for something new
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| Starin' off across the room
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| Bet I’m a TRNDSTTR, too
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| Bulletproof
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| On another level
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| Ahead of the crew
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| Select never settles
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| It only gets better the more you see
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| Powerful and free
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| Confidence is key
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| So watch me
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| Figure it out!
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| It’s all about
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| What you bring to the crowd
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| Where your preference is loved
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| Mmm they’re calling me over
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| Set your fire on me
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| Like what I see, you getting closer
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| Hey TRNDSTTR see your fire when the strobe hits you.
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| I-I didn’t see who you came with, bet you looking for something new, whoa, oh,
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| oh.
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| I feel the heat with you staring off across the room.
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| I dare you play your cards, boy,
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| You bet I’m a TRNDSTTR, too
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| I feel the heat
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| Fire when the strobe hits you.
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| Bet you looking for something new, whoa oh, oh.
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| Staring off across the room.
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| Bet I’m a TRNDSTTR, too.
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| Whoa, oh, oh |