| Get out of my head, get into my bed
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| Come to me now, I’m tired of dreaming about you baby
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| Ooh, get out of my head, get into my bed
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| Come to me now, I’m tired of dreaming about you baby
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| Fame has made me more foolish, uh
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| What would you do with all these lusty groupies? |
| Uh
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| And I know that God has made me only human, uh
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| But I’d like to take the time to describe to y’all my favorite woman
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| Look… teeth, white and bright and still talk to me like we back home
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| And the weed? |
| That’s optional 'cause my only concern’s that her head’s strong
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| And her feet? |
| Let’s see; |
| course you know I like them clean
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| And I can understand a little bruise, you’ve been running through a nigga’s
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| mind all damn week
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| And no, I won’t OD, you’ll get D, young as 19
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| I believe age is for math, all I need is chemistry, yeah
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| The shawty be the glory until my dream real
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| And I like a good story, I bet she got a mean tail
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| Your little attitude, and the way you make your moves (you've seen enough, ha,
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| ha)
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| That shit is hella cute, baby…
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| Girl, I’ve been lookin' for you 'cause of the things we do
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| In my dreams, how I be makin' you scream; |
| I wake up like…
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| Huh! |
| (Maybach Music)
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| When I look in your soul, all I see is the gold
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| Her beauty is blinding, she’s in total control
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| Her emotions at peace, let’s walk the shoreline
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| Statuesque as can be, we’re spending more time
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| Sky-dweller moving counter-clockwise
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| A perfect 10, I’m watching you through God’s eyes
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| Bonita Applebaum, my strawberry letter
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| Love Potion #9, this shit’s a gifted era
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| If this is wrong, you my co-defendant
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| As we plead guilty to this life sentence
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| Choosy lovers, she my block goddess
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| I love the realist, rock solid
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| (M-m-m-maybach Music) |