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Mike Stud
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Journals of Relief
She like some good weed and some cheap wine Just like oh girl we gon' be fine Cause we ain't got no place to go, go, go So baby just let go, go, go
Oh yeah, you're all that matters to me, yeah, yeah What's a king bed without a queen You're all that matters to me, yeah, yeah You make me complete, you're all that matters babe
Okay, thinkin' 'bout you for the whole day Sittin' in my room playing Coldplay, hand to God that body holy, oh babe Alright, I got what you need though, you should come with me though Only five foot something, but that body fucking mean So I gotta be nice, and you should hop on this flight And spend a week out in LA, have the time of your life Alright, fuck your friends, fuck all them Fuck all of their feelings too Talking from the outside, but they ain't in the building, ooh You, you, you what I want to do this year Meet you where you where you are, and take you home just like a souvenir Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And the way you work that thing, you should quit your day job Cause you just dope all the time, I should call you A-Rod
Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no She's confident like, oh no, no, no She's confident like And we do this everyday, every time I come around Now, this is what they say, they like Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no He's confident like, oh no, no, no He's confident like And we do this everyday, every time I come around Now, this is what they say, they like
And we do this everyday, every time I come around Now, YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! And we do this everyday, every time I come around Now, this is what they say, they like Oh no, no, no, oh no, oh no
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