| Whisky kisses and blink and miss it
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| And big ass bouncers and shady dancers
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| Fainted faces and neon bracelets
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| And broken boundaries and shady lounges
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| You were my mission and I treat you like Apollo
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| Said you weren’t interested but who wants to ride solo
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| That rum and coke, it seems to get you a little tipsy
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| I turned around and said «Ya baby, is there caffeine?»
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| Broken bottles and forgotten models
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| Human mazes, empty gazes
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| Bitchin' strobe lights and trashy bar fights
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| Crowded bathroom and too much perfume
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| You were my mission and treat you like Apollo
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| Said you weren’t interested but who wants to ride solo
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| That rum and coke, it seems to get you a little tipsy
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| I turned around and said «Ya baby, is there caffeine?»
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| (Sofi, what up?)
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| Girl just wanna have fun
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| Gone take a little sip, stop actin' like a nun, huh
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| Go and lift that coke and that rum, huh
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| Well go and bust it down for Hundo
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| Turn up til the sun come
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| Wanna burn one?
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| Gon' roll up a pom-pom
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| And this club packed and it’s hot like a sauna
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| Look at everybody face
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| Move it slow like a dum-dum, huh (slow like a dum-dum, huh)
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| You were my mission and tell you like Apollo
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| Said you weren’t interested but who wants to ride solo
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| That rum and coke, it seems to get you little tipsy
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| I turned around and said ya baby, is there caffeine |