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You got me and I could not defend her I tried but I had to surrender Your star got me under the spellbound Left me no other choice but to get down
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You got me and I could not defend her
I tried but I had to surrender
Your star got me under the spellbound
Left me no other choice but to get down
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And all of that changed since I met you
So we can leave that old shit in the restroom
Ok, I’m into you, like you never knew
I’m falling for you baby, I need a parachute
So wet, I need a wetsuit
You’re way too fly, I could be ya jet fuel
Now tell me what you like
I like what you tell me
And if you understand me, you can overwhelm me
It’s too late, it’s too late
Every finish line is the beginning of a new race
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you’ve always been my undercover lover
nothing like no other
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Never broke and never bummy
Im from where it's forever sunny
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You either got it
Or you don't
You either stand or you fall
When your will is broken
When it slips from your hand
When there's no time for joking
There's a hole in the plan
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Man I feel like money
They're attracted to me
They come around like honey Coz I'm fly like a bee
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It’s like everything’s good when I touch and you touch
it smells like heaven
way better than a true love
your love let me taste it
come here let me taste it
time’s of the essence baby don’t you waste it
I tell you what I’m thinking you listen to my thoughts
so you could see my vision, than you’ll never get lost
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If you look this good
I wonder how it taste
baby if I touch your body
hear you scream my name
would you whisper to me it’s yours
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Mnie nie oszukasz,
przecież to nie pierwszy raz.
Nie próbuj mnie szukać,
Lepiej żebyś został sam
Kiedyś się uda,
Jeszcze przyjdzie na nas czas.
Wierność jest nudna,
A tego nie chce przyznać żadne z nas
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Tylko człowiek, który kochał, umiera jak człowiek.
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Nie pójdę do piachu, gdy ktoś mi powie: czas umierać brachu. Nie dam się uśpić śmierci słowom, pójdę do grobu z podniesioną głową.
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It's the champagne pourin'
Big joint rollin'
Bombay sippin'
No blunt smoking
Bad bitch gettin'
Thick and she got some friends with her
I take 'em out pourin' shots of liquor
Drinkin' out the bottle, smiling in all my pictures
The marijuana loud so them hoes follow like twitter
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