| I wake up every morning and I pinch myself
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| My life is a movie
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| I wouldn’t wanna be like no one else
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| Ye-ya
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| I brush my shoulders off then I dab my woes
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| I’m like, «Damn, if you knew me»
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| Ain’t got no time for sleeping
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| Every day is like a weekend
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| And I’m like here comes that moment
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| Here comes that shot
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| Here comes the reason I never stop
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| Heart on my sleeve, just follow my lead tonight
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| The music’s calling
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| I lose control of my hands when I feel
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| All of your skin
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| Please don’t blame me, baby
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| I can’t help myself
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| I can’t help myself
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| I can’t help myself
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| Smoother than the alligators on my toes
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| Stay fly like an OG
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| Got a couple stacks that I just might blow
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| Ey-ya, ey-ya
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| I’m feeling every type of Gucci
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| Still driving my Hooptie
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| I feel that lovin' all around me
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| 'Cause everything is alright
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| Everything is just right, yeah
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| And I’m like here comes that moment
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| Here comes that shot
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| Here comes the reason I never stop
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| Heart on my sleeve, just follow my lead tonight
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| The music’s calling
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| I lose control of my hands when I feel
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| All of your skin
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| Please don’t blame me, baby
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| I can’t help myself
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| I can’t help myself
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| And I’m like here comes that moment
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| Here comes that shot
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| Here comes the reason I never stop
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| Heart on my sleeve, just follow my lead tonight
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| The music’s calling
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| I lose control of my hands when I feel
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| All of your skin
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| Please don’t blame me, baby
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| I can’t help myself
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| I can’t help myself
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| I can’t help myself
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| The music’s calling
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| I lose control of my hands when I feel
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| All of your skin
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| Please don’t blame me, baby
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| I can’t help myself |