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Month in the summer, |
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Dedicated to you, |
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And I go by the name of Sway, |
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Da Sypha Productions, |
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You know how we do it, |
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2005 we're normal, |
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Shinobi on the electrics, |
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Bomb Squad we're normal, 2005, |
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And tell dem bois to stop bittin? You heard, |
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I wish I had a magic wand so I could make you mine |
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And I wish I had the patience to say you can take your time, |
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But I'm walking round your mind because I dunno where I stand, and I'm a very busy guy I feel like i'm wasting time, |
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And my art is like an aura its draws me, towards yah... applause phwoa, |
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You inspired the track who said you haven't got talent, take a bow now your a co-authhh--or, |
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You?re somebody's daughter and i?m somebody's son, |
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Could be somebody's daddy and somebody's mum, |
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This is a special song for you so let your grin sing along it, |
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If you want me in your heart I'll be there quicker than sonic, init, |
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There?s something very deep about you that I like, |
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How can I push the right buttons when I can?t put my finger on it? |
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I wish I was a million trillionaire, I?d put so many rings on your finger they'd say your hand was polyphonic |
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{Chorus} |
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Everything i?m saying now's straight from the 'H' and even if the skies were grey u could make me feel great, |
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And I can make you feel the same if you give me your number because you remind me of a month in the summer... |
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(Darling, this song is dedicated to you) |
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I can make you feel the same of you give me your number because you remind me of a month in the summer |
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{Verse 2} |
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Hey daughter, close your eyes lets take a walker, |
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I got sumut to tell you, I got a lot to talk, |
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I?m looking for a reason why we couldn't be together, |
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Freezing, cold, warmer, warmer, oohh I see... |
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I might not be what you want, |
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In the eye of the beholder you see what you want, |
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I know that coffee ain't everybody's cuppa tea, |
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But I?m a man of confidence that doesn't discourage me, |
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God made me what I am, and that's what i?m gunna be, |
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The same god that knows I wanna be, with you, |
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I?m looking for the realest thing, I aint into getting slappers on there knee's, |
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Tryna give me, like a guillotine, |
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I wanna sneak into your sleep and see the man of your dreams, |
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Knock on your door next day dressed exactly like him, |
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Kiss just like him, caress just like him, |
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Confuse you so much you start thinking that i?m him, |
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{Chorus} |
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I wish that you fancied me the way I fancy you, |
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I?d introduce you to my faithful fans and make them fancy you, |
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Fancy me picking you up and taking you to a saloon, |
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Walking out a hour later with your new fancy do, |
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We can write a story with a beautiful ending, |
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But we can?t write a story if we don?t have a start, init, |
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I know it sounds dark, but I wish, |
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Who evers got your heart would turn crazy and rip it apart, |
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That?s when I would walk by and pick up the pieces, |
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Excuse me beautiful, ey, do u need this, |
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Put it back together (again), put a rap together (again), |
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Promise you you'll never go through this ever again, |
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{Chorus} |
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April, May June, Juli, August, 'Tember, all the months in the summer, I don?t care if it?s grim |
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Tell them boys to stop bittin; you know how we do, |
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Sweet, 2005 we're normal, 2006 we're natural |