Feat. Phantogram
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(Verse)
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I used to be in lust
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I wouldn't call it love
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Or give my heart away
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That's something that I'd never do
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See, I'm a leader
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Put the squirrels in the cake ball
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Set that ball go, uncovered,
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Take your play out
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Were she with me?
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She'd be free, like her days off
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Ball in her hand
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But that bitch don't ever stay cold
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Guess we're playn doctor
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But no stethoscope
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Just heels and those knockers
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See, I'm Mr. Wrong,
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But she showed no "not to"
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Can't guard a mouth that sip out a pocket
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Never violence
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I give my sign a list
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But I rub my stick on your chick like a violin
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(Hook)
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I see you want this dance
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Cause you fell under the time(?)
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Getting on is nothing wrong
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But you keep wondering why
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Yes, get it, get it on, tonight!
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Better make it a night to remember
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(Verse)
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I'm good at bad sex
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I'd say Triple X
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My music sound so good
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It's almost like we're having sex
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Whether you like it or not,
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I ain't interested
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Because I got the time after that
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And the time after that
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Because in time and time again
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I gotta come in time to tell 'em
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Must I rebel 'em?
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Get way more deeper than these other fellas
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Not only 'bout cheddar,
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But what about the seasons never change
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And the weather stay the same
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We become the weather
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But that could be lame, could learn something
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Pete Game
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Yo, nigga, burns up!
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Objectum Shalamar
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Big Boi |