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Rubbin’ on that Italian leather
Konvict jeans on
Ay yo Weezy, you ready?
yeah!
[Refrão]
I get it in til the sun rise
Doin 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin out
He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
They tried to make me go to rehab
But I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back
You’ll know-know-know
I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab
But I won’t go-go-go
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt
You say “why did you do it with him today?”
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
‘Cause you’re my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I’m out the door
Oh the sun is shining far too bright
For it to still be night
Oh the air feels so cold, so cold and old
How can it be light?
Oh, let’s take a walk outside
See the world through each other’s eyes
I wish I was your only one
So called Mr Rock And Roll
Is dancing on his own again
Talking on his phone again
To someone who tells him that his balance is low
He’s got no where to go
He’s on his own again
Rock chick of the century
Is acting like she used to be
Well, sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things of what you’re doing
In my head I paint a picture
Since I’ve come home
Well, my body’s been a mess
And I miss your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before
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