| Check Check
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| Can yall hear me?
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| Cause the night is the alive
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| I can tell deep inside
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| That you want me to come and find you
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| And I know what you said
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| I can’t get it out of my head
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| I just don’t know what you expect me to do
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| I’m looking for you
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| I’m looking for you (hey)
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| I’m looking for you
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| Do you look for me too?
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| I can tell that you do
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| Good time in the air can you feel that?
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| Got a drink no ice can you chill that?
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| I play fine, me, where the field at?
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| Got no time for the noise can you kill that?
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| New school style old school so
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| Hard not life style yes I know
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| I came a long way from the clumped up bricks
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| Now everywhere I go rock pumped up kicks
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| See me pool side with the red cup
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| Laid back on the beach chair legs up
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| Setting trends, we don’t let the trend set us
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| Rock in the bid cause you know I got a fresh cut
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| Yeah you know my quotes
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| I fill the world up with so much dope
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| But I fill the world up with so much hope
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| So there’s contradictions in all my notes
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| Fuck that, throw the steaks on the grill nigga
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| Got the whole world fucking with a real nigga
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| And there’s really no reason to fight
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| And I got that sound for the radio
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| But I’m too damn real they don’t play me so
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| I take it back to the soul like nineteen eighty-six, eighty-five, eighty-four
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| Put your lighter in the air for me one time
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| Two step to the sound of the drum line
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| Where I’m from its hard to find sunshine
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| So we don’t really give a fuck about a punch line
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| Oh damn I’m fresh, oh damn girl, damn that dress
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| Make a man think impure thoughts
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| While I’m looking at all that flesh
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| So dim the lights real low
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| I paint the future with my light year flow
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| And there’s really no reason to fight |