| When I do it on the seven seas, I get big boy, okay?
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| I wanna try to see it all
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| You can’t control her
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| You’ve got to give yourself to her
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| She wants you to dance, sonny boy
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| You got to follow her lead
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| Yo
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| I navigate like Ferdinand Magellan
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| I rock furs, fraternizin', Stone Island
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| Yacht master on the yacht
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| The watch batpized, take a dip
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| The crib four sides brick in Stone Mountain
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| I’m out in rough seas, I feel favor to smooth oceans
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| Never made a skilled sailor, my chick from Baylor
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| Suntan lotion, management consultant
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| I rock affairs like a sultan, it’s spiritual, uh
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| Rockefeller oysters, smooth sailin'
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| BlueTooth some Van Halen
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| Michael Bolton, somersault in the salt water
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| I show devotion, convolute with the Lo
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| I’m flirtin' with the notion
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| The fly, Mercedes Benz wrap, sick of Red Bulls"
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| Prosecco, Percocets, ladies on both
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| Wavy, seven seas movin' like the navy
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| Diamonds dancin' like Alvin Ailey
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| Jude of Jameson, the Jameson I mix with Bailey’s
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| Play the game like a ukelele
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| Swimmin' trunks paisley
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| Bandana, plant the fine print, you get shot
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| Tequila shots on the Stugots
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| You pussy
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| For the captain, this is his second home
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| They chatter endlessly on the radio
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| He knows them well, their private lives and all their personal feelings
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| And yet, he will hardly ever meet one of them face to face |