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i'm really sorry bout my fucking accent but
probably it supposed to be your St. Valentine's Day gift,
so ... thank you for all that you give me
i appreciate that

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just another late saturday night
i'm on my flying-mode with my superstar
doin' supa-stunts under these soft beats
that shit cray, call the police! (lol)

i don't really give a fuck boutcha boyfriend
cuz i know, he couldn't be here to the end
while your heart keeps beating like a disco drum
i smell you, hon, like you are the one

and i swear - only one that i need
you'r the fucking best now, you'r the shit
laught a lot, roll it up, take a hit,
don't be ashamed, you can follow my lead
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girl, i know, you wanna be free
so let him go and just text me
that shit cray', again eighteen.
flying like an angels

girl, you know, i wanna kiss ya' lips
never thought that i will fall in love like this
we should not be addicted to all that shit
these things won't change us

girl, i know, you wanna be free
so let him go and just text me
that shit cray', again eighteen.
flying like an angels

a-a-above-a-away
come with me
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haters gonna hate, lovers gonna love
look, we don't need any swagg, cuz we've got enough
fact. check me out, take a picture,
sanctus ambrosius, so ask a preacherrr.

in this hopeless place
we'r feeling ourselves like we're outerspace
goin crazy on practice
everybody chill the fuck out. yo'. we got this

they don't really know you yet,
let's share some secrets in king size bed
you can paste it in place, you can break it apart
my first 7th tuesday - you've stolen my heart

you read my mind, always feel the same
don't wasting time, chasing fame
i'm in love, thats all that i see
nah, we just need some more privacy

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