| Comin to getcha. |
| one autograph. |
| one picture
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| Buyin the shots, hittin the rock. |
| yeah. |
| muthafuckers even trying to cockblock
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| And they say «Hey, remember me?» |
| you know my cousin’s friend’s mother’s
|
| sister’s brother
|
| Shakin the hands, kissin the babies
|
| Hotel lobby, pictures with the ladies
|
| Dudes throwin me sacks of weed on stage
|
| Chicks showin their racks to get backstage
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| People so strange and bizarre
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| I know you know that you know who you are
|
| Well, i think i dig you so strange
|
| Never change!
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| Everybody wants, everybody needs someone to love, someone to lead
|
| Here i go trippin, here i go wishin that for once i wasn’t me
|
| And they say «Hey, remember me?» |
| you know my cousin’s friend’s mother’s
|
| sister’s brother
|
| Shakin the hands, kissin the babies
|
| Hotel lobby, pictures with the ladies
|
| Dudes throwin me sacks of weed on stage
|
| Chicks showin their racks to get backstage
|
| People so strange and bizarre
|
| I know you know that you know who you are
|
| I think i dig you so strange
|
| Never change!
|
| You n me forever
|
| To be now or never
|
| Will we see each other. |
| again
|
| You’re so strange… you’re so strange. |
| you’re so strange.
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| And i hope you never ever change |