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| I keepin quite the collection, take nothing less than perfection... | |
| Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep. I've got a sick obsession, I'm seein it in my dreams... | |
| Imma take it back to where my man and my girls is... | |
| You must be ______ if you can't see you'll miss me til the day you die... | |
| They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me... | |
| Like its the end of tme, like everything inside, let it live and die... | |
| You're lookin like a tool, not a baller... | |
| Why wont you call me? Im sitting here waiting... | |
| Wanna dance with no pants on (holla)? Meet me in the back with the Jack and the jukebox... | |
| O-L-D-M-A-N your just an old man, hitting on me , whatever, you need a CAT scan!... | |
| Now my heart is broken, like the bottles on the floor... | |
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| I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch. Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood... | |
| Just fighting to get through the night. I'm losin it! With every move I die... | |
| Im sick and tired of hearing all about my life from other people with all of your lies, wrapped up, so tight, so maybe you should shut your mouth... | |
| Dance til your pants come off (c'mon get naked), party til the break of dawn (c'mon lets do it now)... | |
| I just hope some people see, there's nothing I'm tryin to be... | |
| Wake up in the mornin feelin like P. Diddy... | |
| No you don't wanna mess with us, got Jesus on my necklace... | |
| When the dark of the night comes around that's the time that the animal comes alive looking for something wild... | |
| We're taking control. We get what we want. We do it, you dont | |
| I think you're hot, I think you're all right, but you're actin like a chick all the time... | |
| Im just watchin you pretend like your heart is on your sleeve when i know you have a girlfriend... | |
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