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• Artiste: Jakewolf
• Titre: LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!
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She's got the rhythm to the beat The kind to make you move your feet She thinks the only thing doesn't is a reason to keep Her eyes of the prize, baptized by the size that her ego coincides Can you be a little more civil? Yeah, your head's a little heavy Got your bones a little brittle Gotta be a little tough, to be a little too much For the guy that tries to keep in touch Just take your time, no need to rush Tryin' to keep my head above the water so I don't drown and stuff Yeah, I wonder whatchu been thinkin' of To keep kicking me down in the dirt and the dust When I thought that I was just enough givin' love Runnin' outta luck with the girl that I've been thinkin' of She sure seems sure she's sure enough She's got the lines and the hooks and the drop dead looks If looks could kill, she'd probably be in jail But never could she ever put the blame on herself She's got the world on the string, or so she seems to think She's got me wrapped around her finger and she couldn't care less for me Well, I don't wanna be another outlet For a girl who's got it all but doesn't give a shit She's got the world on a string, or so she seems to think She's got me wrapped around her finer and she couldn't care less for me I told you girl, you got it right I think I might give it a chance if that's al-fuckin'-right I think I'll spend the night if I can stay by your side I thought things were fuckin' fine until you changed your fuckin' mind So this goes out to the girls who think they ballin', ballin', ballin' Gotta think it's a good fuckin way to keep the right boys from callin', callin', callin' Fallin', fallin', fallin' for you Open doors, hold your hand, breakin' all the laws for you Breakin' both they knees just to take the fuckin' fall for you Keep it up bitch, lose it faster than it got to you Who put the pussy on the pedestal? Yeah, I think you got it wrong baby Yeah, your shit ain't made of gold She's got the rhythm to the beat The kind to make you move your feet She thinks the only thing doesn't is a reason to keep Her eyes of the prize, baptized by the size that her ego coincides To keep kicking me down in the dirt and the dust When I thought that I was just enough givin' love If looks could kill, she'd probably be in jail But never could she ever put the blame on herself She's got the world on the string, or so she seems to think She's got me wrapped around her finger and she couldn't care less for me Well, I don't wanna be another outlet For a girl who's got it all but doesn't give a shit She's got the world on a string, or so she seems to think She's got me wrapped around her finer and she couldn't care less for me Who put the pussy on the pedestal? Yeah, your shit ain't made of gold Your shit ain't made of gold