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It feels alright |
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So just lay back into the night |
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But don't lose sight |
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Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines |
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I'm DUI in her eyes, but fuck tapping the brakes |
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Lets shorten up the time fantasy take |
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Stroke her ego slow til' her vanity quake |
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Satin hair, silk skin, wet panties and lace, the |
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Fabric of love, the thrill of the chase |
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Blunted, lovin the highway, spinnin in place |
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My hands are Sex Pistols, strapped to her waist |
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Strange fruitin lip gloss, try and savor the taste |
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We can both play games, exchange fake names |
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Paint pictures of lust using both our frames |
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Remain unaware of the spell you under |
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Prisoner of love when given my cell number |
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High off love, lust in your joints |
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Kiss and tellin the tale of our sex exploits |
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Yo relationship sank out to sea |
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Now you floating on driftwood behind fucking with me |
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It feels alright |
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So just lay back into the night |
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But don't lose sight |
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Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines |
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I put a spell on them hoes |
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I have 'em in the corner on Patron at the shows |
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I can tell when they ain't from around here |
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The spell start working when my finger say 'come here' |
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I'm not a pimp, I'm not a trick |
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But please believe me I can have any bitch |
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They call me short, dark and handsome |
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Kidnap your girl, send your man a little ransom |
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(Hey) Hey! I'm making major moves, won't you holla back |
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Hoes twisting my hair with some o' that beeswax |
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At the club she say she don't dance |
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But she bouncing on that hot thang in my pants |
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Ya got money, take her out tonight to eat |
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She coming over after you finish with the Applebee's |
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Bobby said slow down, I say go slow |
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I'm the reason she don't fuck witchu no more |
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I'm the reason for her being on the pill |
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I'm the reason Sir Charles had to chill |
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To get her freaky don't need a bottle o gin |
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And we be fucking like the world 'bout to end |
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Ey, I put a spell on them hoes |
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Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes |
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Yeah, I put a spell on them hoes |
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Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes |
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Hey, I put a spell on them hoes |
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Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes |
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I just, I put a spell on them hoes |
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Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes, hell on them hoes |
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She used to call me late at night |
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Didn't take long to see that we were a-alikes |
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On the same page, just couldn't get it right |
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McIntosh of my eye, let me take a mega bite |
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I cordially invite you to come take a ride in my thoughts |
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Switch memory lanes while we dreamin, wanderin |
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And in return I'll strip my inhibitions |
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And go skinny dipping in your stream of consciousness |
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She said it sounds tempting |
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And I don't want to catch feelings |
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But this urge is calling me bad |
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I said well suga, if ya worried bout catching feelings |
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Chances are you already have |
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And there's no need to deny ourselves |
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I mean, lie to each other and deprive ourselves |
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Denial's not a game I'm prepared to play |
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So I express things most niggas scared to say |
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Put a spell on 'em, Forgive me Lord but I'm hell on 'em |
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Baby we grown folk, So let me longstroke |
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And send em back to they man with my smell on 'em |
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Let me be quiet before I tell on 'em |
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It feels alright |
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So just lay back into the night |
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But don't lose sight |
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Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines |
