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Sike!
What?
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah, eh
Yeah, yah
They ask me to calm down because I dream of diamond
I make it come true and wear it as a pendant
I know that I am very uninteresting
But I'm a wacky madman
I've been thinking of calling you, baby
But last time you didn't answer
I knew how you were from before
Look how you left me
I'm thinking of you late, baby
But you better not worry
What's after, after after
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
After the after, yeah
What's after after after, yeah
Bitch, I got a fast life, yeah
I want that right now, oh
I have a lot, do I have how much?, yeah
I'm strolling through midtown
I'm strolling through midtown
Things are different now, yeah
I'm rocking in the interview, huh
Tripling visits, wuah
Another note in the magazine, wuoh
Much hater in sight, wuoh
I write them down on a list
I wish you Merry Christmas
All my notes have your name
With you I run a risk and I don't want a double
If I'm wrong, baby, you are the why
You're making the rest not matter to me
I want to be your everything, not just a maybe
Mommy, wherever you want, in 10 you have me
Have compassion if you love me
Look how you left me
I'm thinking of you late, baby
But you better not worry
What's after, after after
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
What's after after after, baby
After the after, yeah
What's after after after, yeah
They ask me to calm down because I dream of diamonds
I make it come true and wear it as a pendant
I know that I am very uninteresting
But I'm a wacky madman
I've been thinking of calling you, baby
But last time don't answer
I knew how you were from before
Duko, you know, baby
It's another stick for history, yeh-yeh
Zecca on the beat, huh
You already knew (Those from space, mommy)
You have technicians here making noise
No one is a musician
They are not artists, because no one can play the guitar
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