| Call me when you want I’ll be at home
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Blood on my shirt leave your body in the dirt, man
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| Take a seat while I’m preaching I’ll be converting, man
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| Oh I might attack, armoured backpack
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| Only show my eyes 'coz I’ll be searching for the stacks, oh
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| Flip my wrist, I’ll be ripping, I’ll be like every way
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| Keep on tripping and gripping, I’ll be like anyway
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| Oh, I might attack, armoured backpack
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| Only show my eyes 'coz I’ll be searching for the stacks, oh
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| Searching for the stacks, oh
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| Searching for the stacks, oh
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| Yeah for the stacks, oh
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| Call me when you want I’ll be at home
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| Tell me everything you want to know
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| I’ll be out here waiting on the road
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| Call me when you want I’ll be at home
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| Yeah, feeling kinda bland
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| Yohji armour, Yohji jacket, Yohji on my lap
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| If I caught her with some water that was foreign
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| In some garden, with some garments
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| Drinking orange juice
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| Then I’d be glad, yeah
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| I could be that bad
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| I want you to be mad
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| Make me feel impossible
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| The drinking is an obstacle
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| I wish you weren’t inoperable
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| I think the world that I would rule
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| Body flicker in the club
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| And Herraduras in my cup
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| I think I want to get it numb
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| But I can’t seem to get enough
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| Wear designer any day
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| Drink tequila anyway
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| Think I want to be the one
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| And who will take my freedom mane?
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| Blood on my shirt leave your body in the dirt, man
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| Take a seat while I’m preaching I’ll be converting, man
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| Oh I might attack, armoured backpack
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| Only show my eyes 'coz I’ll be searching for the stacks, oh
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| Flip my wrist, I’ll be ripping, I’ll be like every way
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| Keep on tripping and gripping, I’ll be like anyway
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| Oh, I might attack, armoured backpack
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| Only show my eyes 'coz I’ll be searching for the stacks, oh
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| Searching for the stacks, oh
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| Searching for the stacks, oh
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| Yeah for the stacks, oh
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| Call me when you want I’ll be at home
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| Tell me everything you want to know
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| I’ll be out here waiting on the road
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| Call me when you want I’ll be at home |