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(Ellie Goulding sample) |
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U left ur blood stain on the floor |
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U set ur sights on him |
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U left a hand print on the door |
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Like all the boys before, like all the boys before |
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This is our luck baby running out |
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Her clothes were never off |
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We still have hours to run about |
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To scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track |
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Ive seen you in a fight u lost, ive seen you in a fi-i-i-i-ght |
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Were under the sheets and ur killing me |
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In our house made of paper, ur words all over me |
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Were under the sheets and ur killin me |
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(Xaphoon u crazy yo, |
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This that type of shit u can move to, uh) |
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(Chiddy) |
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I aint worried bout the critics |
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But y u tell ur friends that i hit it and quit it |
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Im just laid back, dont think im a party guy |
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And if u look at me, i bet i had u starry eyed |
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What kinda car u drive, dont even kno |
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Hard life, UK shit, twenty below |
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And Miss Goulding is exploding |
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I rebound Dennis Rodman with a nose ring |
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I get braino, hi hater no Maino |
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My name Chiddy and she kno im gon bang tho |
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And thats word to the UK |
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I keep it Kickin and Pushin like i was Lupe |
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My definition is high, i thinks its blue ray |
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And i still could care less what u say |
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My last shorty, she was down to ride |
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And i killed her under the sheets |
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It was homocide |
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(sample) |
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Were under the sheets and ur killing me |
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In our house made of paper, ur words all over me |
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Were under the sheets and ur killin me |
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Were in a mess babe, were in a mess babe |
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Ur more is less babe (oh, oh) |
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Were in a mess babe, were in a mess babe |
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Ur more is less babe (oh, oh) |
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(Chiddy) |
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Let me tell u what was crazy tho |
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I fell in love with a shorty up on the radio |
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And what did i call her, a queen |
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Psychadellic shit got all kinds of green |
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Chiddy Bang, spam we all on the scene |
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Used to be academic probation and deans |
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Now we sewing the machine |
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Toast to the queen |
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Let u kno how it is |
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No ghost, i intervene |
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I flow and get the cream and i take it apart |
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And everytime i fix it, i be breakin her heart |
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Then shit got worse when we made it to the charts |
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Now its different, niece want to tell them faces apart |
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Shorty dont leave me |
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I make it so easy |
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She needs me but i aint locked down like Weezy |
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I make her give me one on the cheek |
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And she aint over me yet |
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So i put her under the sheets |
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(sample) |
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Were under the sheets and ur killing me |
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In our house made of paper, ur words all over me |
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Were under the sheets and ur killin me |
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Killin me, killin me, killin me |
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Killin me, killin me, killin me |