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[Verse One] |
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And we never stop |
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To see the faces of all the places we get into |
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The greatest memories erases from being living proof |
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I gotta freshen up, I gotta catch a flight |
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I'm gonna hit the coast for a couple nights |
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I'm finna drop some bills, let it snow some white |
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I got a grip of girls trying to make it right |
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[Chorus] |
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There's a spot out there in New York City |
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Where the nights are long |
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And the girls are pretty |
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I used to go, with you before |
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And the days we spent in Los Angeles |
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Always were the best for us |
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With you before |
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So let's live it out loud |
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[Verse Two] |
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Hop in my bright red car |
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I'ma take you where the stars shine bright for us |
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You look good but nothing could be better |
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Than palm trees and some California weather okay |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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Blast music dance on the highway |
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Barefoot, arms stretched out to the sun |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three] |
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"It's good to see you," she said |
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I can't remember when we last met |
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I can't remember if we had sex |
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I meet a lot of cute girls in a black dress |
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Did you miss me? Yeah |
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Did you count days down 'till we stopped in your town? |
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Then you wanna get frisky, it's too risky |
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Cause i'm a bad guy, she wanna fix me |
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Quickly shape me, degrade me and fucking morph me |
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Distort me and then contort me like all her trophies before me |
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I'm losing interest, she bored me |
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I'm trying to get straight to business, she's |
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Losing all her consistency |
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Paid the price just to get with me, yeah |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro] |
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I'm saying it's like we do this all the time |
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Sipping red wine and cutting lines |
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Just bouncing from coasts to regions |
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Girls falling in love like every weekend |
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For no particular reason |