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Searching for the thrill of it, thrill of it* |
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Say that it's love, but to me it's looking counterfeit, |
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I get done with one and move right on to another bitch |
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Yea college educated, she graduated |
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Any bill she can't front, her parents paid it |
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The show was far, you the only one with a car |
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And your girlfriends, bein that she's a big fan, of course she made it |
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Most girls wanna hide the fact that the thrill they chase it |
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But you, tonight you wanna get drunk and fuck someone famous |
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So I just name a time and a place and your game for it |
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Value player, hotel room, meet you there |
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{Background:} |
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{Walking on a dream |
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How can I explain |
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Talking to myself} |
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Just travelin' the world |
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{Will I see again} |
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Tryin' different drugs and girls |
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{We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it |
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Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it |
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On and on and on we are calling out and out again |
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Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me} |
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And I'm addicted to champagne |
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Fuck the room we buy the hallway |
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Bitches I Taylor Gang that |
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They just wanna know where the planes at |
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Take the little one outta there |
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Or like, just turn it down |
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And then I'm um probably just gonna go back smoke another one in an hour |
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Just get real airy, fuckin' dreamy and shit |
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Wake up drunk go to sleep fucked up |
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We both amazed at what we just done |
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Mixin' drinks, knowin we'll regret this |
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Ain't been asleep yet, room service bringin' us breakfast |
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All this money, darlin, what else is left to do |
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But smoke an enjoy my presidential view |
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Got a swimmin pool in my living room |
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On stage, interviews, tons of sour, let's consume |
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{We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it |
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Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it |
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On and on and on we are calling out and out again |
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Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me} |
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And I'm addicted to champagne |
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Fuck the room, we buy the hallway |
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Bitches I Taylor Gang that |
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They just wanna know where the planes at |
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And I'm addicted to champagne |
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Fuck the room, we buy the hallway |
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Bitches I Taylor Gang that |
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They just wanna know where the planes at |
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What's this? |
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Burn after rollin? |
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Yeah, that's what it is |
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Until I drop the next one |
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It's just that |
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{Catch me I'm falling down |
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Catch me I'm falling down |
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Don't stop, just keep going on |
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I'm your shoulder lean upon |
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So come on, deliver from inside |
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All we got is tonight that is right till first light} |
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I'm stoned |
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This is what, mix tape number 6? 7? |
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I don't know, but um, good weeds still in the building |
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Your bitch still hittin me on whatever I use on the computer these days |
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Everything's going how it's supposed to be |
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Yes, Taylor Gang over everything... |