Something is going trough my window
There's bubble in my heart trying to get out
Release, release, be free
I'm gone with troubles
Heads are boiled
Stress we tried
Get rid, get rid and fire...
Gon' trough, gon' trough
gonna get get get
I'm in
Trough the dawn there comes the dusk
No one is getting fine, to be fine
Tonight
It's a flush
You're gonna get some Poker's Jokers in your pocket
But you'll gon' miss me down
No...
Where's your phone I can't call
There's no other way now
I'm coming back again,
I'm coming back again
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