| Walking light on these glass flows
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| My tippy’s, I’m toe up
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| You know what, I’m thinking
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| I think
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| I think I made you too special
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| You took me, you shook me, you shh me
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| When I tried to think about you, babe
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| Walking past my feet
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| See, why you never need me?
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| You was really a vessel
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| You cut it, It blooded
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| I bled out, you ran out
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| It’s dead now
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| Lately I been thinking 'bout your glow again
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| Lately I been, lately I been thinking 'bout a go again
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| Don’t you know my diamond soul?
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| Don’t you know my time is gold?
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| Lately I been drinking, still dehydrated
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| 'Lil chocolate water, Henny got me callin', hello operator
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| Tell lil' shawty, grab the phone
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| Fuck around, done been too long
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| If I had another chance, I’d throw you off my back
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| If I knew you had a plan, I’d never say attack
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| Pity, pity, pitty pat, long paragraphs
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| Make me tisk when you get like that
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| Fall back, took a trip
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| Roll the luggage, burnin' pack
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| Fuck that, feelin' like I need a new thing
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| Walking light on these glass flows
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| My tippy’s, I’m toe up
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| You know what, I’m thinking
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| I think
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| I think I made you too special
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| You took me, you shook me, you shh me
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| When I tried to think about you, babe
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| Walking past my feet
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| See, why you never need me?
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| You was really a vessel
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| You cut it, It blooded
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| I bled out, you ran out
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| It’s dead now
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| Rest assured, you about to ruin your pedicure
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| Tippy-toeing this nigga in the Chi
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| Ca I go with ya, huh?
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| Feelin' like any nigga in the room can be the guy
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| Feelin' like every bitch I bone a skeleton of mine
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| Prolly why I felt insecure that one night out Chi
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| Ca I go back in time, can I Michael J. Fox?
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| Prolly call up Lil' Bari and turn Delorean to hotbox
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| Moon child, lil' shawty cry shootin' stars any time she cry
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| Cry me a river, I’ll teach you how to build a boat
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| I’m John Cena with visual
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| You can’t see me, can’t see me, no
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| I can’t, I can’t control myself
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| (Oh my God, you’re in my head)
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| I can’t, I can’t control my health
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| (Oh my God, you’re in my bed)
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| Walking light on these glass flows
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| My tippy’s, I’m toe up
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| You know what, I’m thinking
|
| I think
|
| I think I made you too special
|
| You took me, you shook me, you shh me
|
| When I tried to think about you, babe
|
| Walking past my feet
|
| See, why you never need me?
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| You was really a vessel
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| You cut it, It blooded
|
| I bled out, you ran out
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| It’s dead now
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| I think I made you too special
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| I think I made you too special |