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you're walking. Down the street of my soul. You take myself you take my self control. You got me living only for the night. Before the morning comes. A story's told. You take myself you take my self
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got it for him You wanna know how does it feel. I know, I bet it feel so real. Tell me it's real, I wanna know. How does it feel, to be supreme You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas. One
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got it for him You wanna know how does it feel. I know, I bet it feel so real. Tell me it's real, I wanna know. How does it feel, to be supreme You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas. One
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got it for him You wanna know how does it feel. I know, I bet it feel so real. Tell me it's real, I wanna know. How does it feel, to be supreme You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas. One
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gotta find knowledge of self I got mad knowledge of self. You gotta get with knowledge of self. I got mad knowledge of self. You gotta get with knowledge of self I got mad knowledge of self. You gotta
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I believe in self-assertion. Destiny or slight diversion. Now it seems I've got my head on straight I'm a freak, an apperitian. Seems I've made the right decision. Try to turn back now, it might
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, he's looking at we He's looking and looking. He's looking and looking. He's looking at you, he's looking at me. He's looking at us, he's looking at we. Ah, looking Self love, self preservation. Self
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, he's looking at we He's looking and looking. He's looking and looking. He's looking at you, he's looking at me. He's looking at us, he's looking at we. Ah, looking Self love, self preservation. Self
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, he's looking at we He's looking and looking. He's looking and looking. He's looking at you, he's looking at me. He's looking at us, he's looking at we. Ah, looking Self love, self preservation. Self
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SELF CONTROL . ( RAFF ) . Oh, the night is my world . City light painted girl . In the day nothing matters . It's the night time that flatters . In the night, no control . Through the wall
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You better check yo self before you wreck yo self. Cause I'm bad for your health. I come real stealth. Dropping bombs on your moms. * car alarms. Doing foul crime. I'm that nigga wit'cha
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Dont talk to strangers on the bus. You know that could be dangerous. Dont walk on stick or stones. Dont answer ringing phones You know I got to worry. Till you bring your groovy self on home to
