This night is not over yet
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Not everybody's got what they came to get
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Swing on by, you won't regret if you meet at my place at three
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Neighbors never understand
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My post-party parties are never planned
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Bring your supply cuz I'm the man
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You can watch the sun rise with me
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I wanna party in the Hollywood hills
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With a hottie and a couple pink pills
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DJ play something I feel inside my chest
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My mind moves like a motor maxed-out as she spills
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All over my body like chills
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Tongues takin turns trying to touch 'til we do the rest
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Nobody wants to come back down
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Keep feelin the way we feel right now
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There's nothing that matters to me now
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The music in my head so hype
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So sun, when you come
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I'm not going home I'm not done
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This night is not over yet
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Not everybody's got what they came to get
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Swing on by, you won't regret if you meet at my place at three
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People gettin down together Faux Gucci girl in patent leather
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Bathroom trips that last forever let you be who you want to be
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I wanna fly from this room to the moon
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Fantasize as I flow to this tune
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Realize it's never too soon to feel my best
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My mood varies as she carries her heart to my feet
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Back bobbing to the burnin beat
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Can't come down tastes too sweet
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As I reach the crest
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Faux Gucci Girl
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