| Here’s my dilemma
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| You’re throwing a kink in my telemetry
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| I’m a fast pass
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| I’m a grass stain on your ass, and I’m worth it
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| She just went through a breakup
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| She’s fragile, and injured, and she’s mean as fuck
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| Still moving like a dolphin under me
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| Sometimes I go so hard that my bones sing
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| And my bones sing (Yeah!)
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| And I wanna know
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| Can you hear this voice inside of me?
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| And I wanna know
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| Can you hear this voice inside?
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| Fogging up the glass
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| Pull it 'til we’re cash
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| I’ll make you think the past was worth it, oh
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| Did you die alone, die alone, no
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m not a prop gun
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| Shoot off my mouth
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| Not a mystery
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| I’m not your hideaway dope
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| I’m not your whip
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| I’m a punk rock motherfucker
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| With some dirty, dirty armor
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| It starts with you and me now
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| Your Tropic Scorpio, ignite the way
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| You got me so spun, I’m vu ja de
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| Still moving like the dolphin under me
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| Sometimes I go so hard that my bones sing
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| And I wanna know
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| Can you hear this voice inside of me?
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| And I wanna know
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| Can you hear this voice inside?
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| Fogging up the glass
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| Pull it 'til we’re cash
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| I’ll make you think the past was worth it, oh
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| Did you die alone, die alone, no
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| In my telemetry, you’re the down low
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| I’m a killer now, killin' your ghost
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| And you’re a moment covered in gold
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| You’re covered in gold
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| And I wanna know
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| Can you hear this voice inside of me?
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| And I wanna know
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| Can you hear this voice inside?
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| Fogging up the glass
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| Pull it 'til we’re cash
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| I’ll make you think the past was worth it, oh
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| Did you die alone, die alone, no
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And I wanna know!
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And I wanna know!
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |