| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| First ones
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| We we’re gettin' coffee when I saw him look my way
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| Back the f**k up off me, bro I don’t need the mornin' shade
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| While I’m feedin' my addiction, muddy runnin' through my veins
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| And don’t you get it twisted
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| We’re all just
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| Simply gettin' high, just trying to get by
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| So I lace up my kicks
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| Wipe off my eyes
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| Then go feed my fix (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Then go hit the sidewalk
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| Lace up my kicks
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| Go hit the sidewalk
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| Go feed my fix and wipe off my eyes
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| Need you like the coffee
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| To supplement the mornin' sun
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| It used to be alarmin' how you got my heart racin'
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| An excuse to meet up (An excuse to meet up)
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| To finally confess my love
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| Proof that I’m existin' (Proof that I’m existin') For you
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| Simply gettin' high, trying to get by
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| Simply gettin' high, trying to get by
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| So I lace up my kicks
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| Wipe off my eyes
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| Then go feed my fix (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Then go hit the sidewalk
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| Lace up my kicks
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| Go hit the sidewalk
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| Go feed my fix and wipe off my eyes |