| So will you show me your desires?
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| And I will tell you why my heart hurts
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| Baby, I’ve been always gone
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| I’ve been running wild, all day long
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| I’ve been running, running running to the guap
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| I’ve been wanting
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| I’ve been wanting, should I stop? |
| They say they can’t
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| But lowkey tryna plot, they say they there
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| But where are you at when shit was hostile
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| Will you tell me, your darkest secrets?
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| I got a new tat, you wanna see it?
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| She only do that, so I can see it
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| No Michael Jackson, but I’ma be there (I'ma be there)
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| Girl I’m a beat it up
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| With my shiny gold teeth, call me Chip Skylark
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| We could slide downtown and stare at fine art
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| But I’d rather look at you looking back at me
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| And there ain’t any other place that I’d rather be
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| And I would rather overdose than to see you leave
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| I got a pocket full of pills that I got for free
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| And now we booted up, Dr. Martins
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| Big dope yeah, love to spark it
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| Yeah we up now, I beg your pardon
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| Yeah we up now, it’s a problem
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| So will you show me your desires?
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| And I will tell you why my heart hurts
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| Baby, I’ve been always gone
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| I’ve been running wild, all day long
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| So will you show me your desires?
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| And I will tell you why my heart hurts
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| Baby, I’ve been always gone
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| I’ve been running wild, all day long
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| Runnin, runnin, runnin
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| I’ve been runnin wild, all day long
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| Runnin, runnin, runnin |