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Vice Yeah I was made in gold, fall asleep, this on my resumé Feelin' low, pop the ceiling, please don't hesitate Peelin' off, chasin' racks, keep me in shape I don't wan' wrap my mind around her every day, any night Anyway, I'ma ride for you, love, dollar signs Pockets swole like a swine, many fold, many tried Many go, I've survived episodes I shouldn't have Sell me some love drugs, I can make an album out of Feet up, targetin' me like a problem Be your sovereign, what you want I got And in my hindsight, all of this becomin' silly If I made a milli', thеn my mommy made a milli' Clearly on my nеxt step Took me for a host, why you can be my guest Hard to catch sunshine waitin' by my desk, yeah You want fun times, I need nothing less I don't wanna wait too long, do I have to? A lot of racin' thoughts in my head Messed around and played your part, send you back to him One shot, like I never miss (tres, dos, uno) How long can we dance for? I got many plans In the eye of the storm, why are you huggin' the fence? I wish I'd have known 'cause my feet grippin' the sand Used to run with the crown, tell me Have you seen a man down? Picture this, I'm headed to the land now, hold my breath Every second made me stand out Differences between you and the rest Clearly on my next step Took me for a host, why you can be my guest Hard to catch sunshine, waitin' by my desk, yeah You want fun times (fun time, fun time) I don't wanna wait too long, do I have to? Racin' thoughts in my head Messed around and played your part (played your part) Send you back to him One shot, like I never miss
Writer(s): Arshia Nicholas Fattahi, Henry Lother Nichols, Timothy Aspan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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