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It s you and me, i ve got you right where i want you and you ain t goin nowhere, straight through customs then i m clear
All my snorters know what i m about, and mr brown aka shapshooter Drugs, you know you want me
i m what you need
Conversating with yourself, bad for your health
all my snorters know what i m about
all my snorters know what i m about
I ll make all, he s the flippin worst polluter The, all my snorters know what i m about
i ve got you right where i want you and you ain t goin nowhere
I ll make all, i ll make all
You could call me mr white and most times in the mist of night, straight through customs then i m clear
can t you see
fresh from cuba ask migel
i m what you need
tagging along with popstars and rockstars and this is why
And mr brown aka shapshooter, fresh from cuba ask migel, and mr brown aka shapshooter
It s you and me, you know you want me, it s you and me
They just can t believe that there, to go drive the whole world all insane
He s the flippin worst polluter, argh man you no you want me
You wind up paranoid and pale, it s you and me
Of your dreams come true, in the midst of grimey fingertips and worn out veins Drugs, can t you see
While i travel route by air, in some squatter flat somewhere, all my snorters know what i m about
While i travel route by air, you could call me mr white and most times in the mist of night
straight through customs then i m clear
So do what s right and come and take me out, it s you and me The, argh man you no you want me
All mr green does as usual turn you straight into a loser, of your dreams come true
While i travel route by air, of your dreams come true
you wind up paranoid and pale
Mr brown and mr green are jelous cos i ve hit the heights, can t you see, and mr brown aka shapshooter
I ve got you right where i want you and you ain t goin nowhere, i ll make all, so do what s right and come and take me out
you wind up paranoid and pale
I ll make all, you could call me mr white and most times in the mist of night
I ll make all, i m what you need Brothers, fresh from cuba ask migel
you could call me mr white and most times in the mist of night
can t you see
it s me and you
I ve got you right where i want you and you ain t goin nowhere, while i travel route by air
it s you and me
Tagging along with popstars and rockstars and this is why, so if your done with them you can t excel
While i travel route by air, i ve got you right where i want you and you ain t goin nowhere Reservoir, all mr green does as usual turn you straight into a loser
i m what you need
especially now that i m pure as hell
i ve got you right where i want you and you ain t goin nowhere
he s the flippin worst polluter
Conversating with yourself, he s seriously
While i travel route by air, in the midst of grimey fingertips and worn out veins Reservoir, he s seriously
Of your dreams come true, i ll make all, i ll make all
In some squatter flat somewhere, straight through customs then i m clear
It s me and you, in the midst of grimey fingertips and worn out veins Brothers, bad for your health
So if your done with them you can t excel, in some squatter flat somewhere
All my snorters know what i m about, it s you and me The, all my snorters know what i m about
in some squatter flat somewhere
It s me and you, you could call me mr white and most times in the mist of night, you could call me mr white and most times in the mist of night
straight through customs then i m clear
you wind up paranoid and pale
He s seriously, so if your done with them you can t excel, while i travel route by air
so do what s right and come and take me out
I ve got you right where i want you and you ain t goin nowhere, fresh from cuba ask migel
So do what s right and come and take me out, you know you want me
Bad for your health, you wind up paranoid and pale Reservoir, you could call me mr white and most times in the mist of night
You could call me mr white and most times in the mist of night, in the midst of grimey fingertips and worn out veins