| Sleeping on the floor
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| In the west side of LA
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| Dreaming of something better
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| I wish she knew my name
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| But I’m out here on the road
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| Trust that gold is on the way
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| In case you have indebtors
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| My friends all carry blades
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| And we’re cutting all the bullshit out
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| If you know my name hope you watch your mouth
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| I’m too good for some bad love
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| Save your fucks for the mattress
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| I, I want you in my dreams
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| So restless it may seem
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| I’ll never sleep until I’m dead
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| I might get myself in trouble
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| For dancing with devil
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| I’ll never tiptoe around your love
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| So you better believe it
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| Ooh
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| So you better believe it
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| Ooh
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| So you better believe it
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| Ooh
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| Cuz it’s better to leave it
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| Ooh
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| Girl you’re not Morgan Freeman
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| Quit playing God
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| You say you can see my inner demons
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| Hallelujah
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| I was picking up a second shift
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| Loving you for the benefits
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| Oh I might get fired up and never quit
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| You’re such a king like your relatives
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| I, I want you in my dreams
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| So restless it may seem
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| I’ll never sleep until I’m dead
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| I might get myself in trouble
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| For dancing with devil
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| I’ll never tiptoe around your love
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| So you better believe it
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| Ooh
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| So you better believe it
|
| Ooh
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| So you better believe it
|
| Ooh
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| Cuz it’s better to leave it
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| Ooh
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| Too much on my mind
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| Can’t be lost in forever
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| It plays just like a film
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| Somewhere God hits record
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| And you’ve been on my mind
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| But that just every summer
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| Plays just like a song
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| We never meant to record
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| Yeah sometimes
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| I, I want you in my dreams
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| So restless it may seem
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| I’ll never sleep until I’m dead
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| I might get myself in trouble
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| For dancing with devil
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| I’ll never tiptoe around your love
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| So you better believe it
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| Ooh
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| So you better believe it
|
| Ooh
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| So you better believe it
|
| Ooh
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| Cuz it’s better to leave it
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| Ooh |