| There’s poison in the water
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| These smiles are watching me
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| Feels like a cold revolver
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| Like death keeps calling me
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| We’re all just dancing with the devil
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| Dancing with the devil
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| We out here, Harlem shaking on a tight rope
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| Checking up the targets I might scope
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| Life flow kinda like the spin of a bike spoke
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| Hype so feverish, I’m fiending to fight, folks
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| I keep it inside, such a bloody polite bloke
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| Back room deals got me learning how to dougie
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| Jerking me and twerking, I can tell they wanna fuck me
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| Mean with it, bop with it, walk it out buddy
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| If it make you feel better, you can wop until you’re bloody
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| Everybody out here shootin' to produce the-
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| New shit that’ll choke up in your juicer
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| One style, still took by moochers
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| This is not what we meant by «Look to the future»
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| So easy, back it up
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| Dance with the devil like you haven’t had enough
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| Black and white lines, but they just ain’t adding up
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| I’ma two step to left, eat and pack it up cause
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| There’s poison in the water
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| These smiles are watching me
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| Feels like a cold revolver
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| Like death keeps calling me
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| We’re all just dancing with the devil
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| Dancing with the devil
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| One foot in the church and one in the club
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| One sip of the blood and one shot of rum
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| One day of the week we like playing rough
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| One night ain’t enough to just give it up
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| Playing with fire for fun, it ain’t serious
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| Are ya’ll ready to run? |
| I’m just curious
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| I’m trying to get you to love the experience
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| As soon, you severed the piece, it’s so furious
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| I’ve been out playing games with my mind
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| Losing my wits and bits while ya’ll smile
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| And far from non-violent, pushing, I’m whiling
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| Out them to the moment that they all go silent
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| I hope that you realize the poison
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| Sling shot off my hip, they always talking shit
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| I hope you ready cause I just won’t quit
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| So let’s two step on the edge of a cliff come on!
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| There’s poison in the water
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| These smiles are watching me
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| Feels like a cold revolver
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| Like death keeps calling me
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| We’re all just dancing with the devil
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| Dancing with the devil |