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You call me again, Drugging a Benz, Driving home under the influence, You scared me to death, But I'm wasting my breath, Cause you only listen to your fucking friends
Peter Pan was right, growing up so waste of time So I think I'll fly away, sad of course for brighter days Find the second star I'm saw, then then straight onto the moon And I know that I'll be fine, so I know Peter Pan was right Just a lost boy in a small town, I'm the same kid but I'm grown now Try make it out
I thought that we were meant to be You took my heart and made it bleed And you want my head to see And don't you be the death of me The flip-flip on my head and see Felt like you took control from me Shum-shum-shum-shum.
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it girl Get it, get it, get it, get it girl Take a, take a to the phone Show her, show her how you roll Graphic drop in, drop in, drop in No, no, no, no.
I call her Naked Brut, his name is my mami. Stop calling me sister, I'm trying to flunk you, maybe daddy. He is from his cousin, they keep it in the family. here for me, like a person, I'm Jessica setting the bug