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Burlesque

Chris Wright
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I’ve been feeling high high high I’ve been feeling high high high I’ve been feeling high high high I don’t wanna lie, lie, lie I’ve been feeling high high high I’ve been feeling high high high I’ve been feeling high high high I don’t wanna die, die, die, die You a strange girl, you a you a strange girl Brought your ladies through and all of them were feeling my curls Talking loud about me from the other room, changing my world Till we back doing what we usually do, hair holding, you hurl I like fresh fruit and clean shave, you would rather I wait Give you something like 3 days, let it all go to waste Crystal ball and a mean gaze, trynna tell me my fate Claim you ain’t a slut, got a clean slate, you just like the way that it tastes And I, I’ve been feeding off it, I need to drop it, Pretty bitch but she bleeding gossip Watered down like a leaking faucet Breathe it in, but don’t see it’s toxic Maybe here for the free deposits But all I know is that we ain’t lost it And ever since then girl I've been feeling high, high, high I’ve been feeling high high high I’ve been feeling high high high I don’t wanna lie, lie, lie I’ve been feeling high high high I’ve been feeling high high high I’ve been feeling high high high I don’t wanna die, die, die, die Back in tenth grade, back in, back in tenth grade You had all the boys and a Cadillac but you rocked a French braid, Now you play hard to get and wear black and white, oh I wanna pinch the maid You not too sour for me, you a sweet delight, like a glass of lemonade So why you make me wait for like an hour thirty When you know that we can make the shower dirty Don’t talk a lot about how I love you, when I give them to you know the flowers wordy Never listen to me, I got advice, can’t deny that this lack of power hurts me, You charge me up and then set me off, and I can’t escape it like the tower burning And I, sent you tix to my show, yeah, and You ain’t even gon show Stage lights make my skin pale, but I’m dark enough with my flow So If my lane ends then I’ll Merge left Road ahead it ain’t Curveless Lady straight outta Burlesque So when she leave me it hurts less, and