[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
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Blindsided, Michael Oher, Michael Coors Lite
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Like a silver bullet, pull it when I'm werewolf'ing to the fullest
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Of the moons to the tune of a beautiful aroma
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Oh that homegrown sun be hotter than Arizona
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Throw that hair up in a bun, starting to lose control
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Tryna' get inside that mind, body and soul
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When my body on yours, beyond God only knows
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Fine bottle of wine, slow closing the doors
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Let's go
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Ms. Sophisticated, mystic with her moves
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And delicious jungle kisses insisting you need some mo'
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When she slip in something vicious you wishing you had some coal
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Cold water to extinguish her mint conditional codes
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Hot damn! Let's dance like a flame's torso
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And advance to the land only ancient man know
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Yeah, enchanted from the chants when she moan how it goes
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Hey boy I like your style
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Come over here, let's talk a while
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Yeah you, I'm curious
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What we would do, the two of us
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What would you like to do
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I'll introduce you to
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My eyes, my lips my hair
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If you're good, we'll go from there
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I'm feelin' you
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And I know that you want me to
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In the end I'm doin' me
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That's all you got to see
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Hey, that's just how it is
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But I go [?] for this
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I'm a bit to dangerous
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If you want me, you should just
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(Treat me like) Treat me like
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(Treat me like) Ooooohhh
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(Fire) Fire
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(Fire) Fire
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(Into the flame) Into the flame
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(Into the flame) Into the flame
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Treat Me Like Fire
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| ASher Roth |
