| I'm gonna play bag |
| I'm gonna play hard |
| I can't tell the difference between my sleeve and my heart |
| Hey, hey, hey |
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| I got it in the bag |
| I can't tell you nothing different |
| I got it in the bag |
| I can't tell you nothing different |
| I got it in the bag |
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| I can't tell the difference |
| Between my sleeve and my heart |
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| I see the way that my glass stays half full |
| Just live away to the lazy focus |
| I ain't concerned with all that hocus pocus |
| You can save a wand for them, and just show them |
| I say wingardium that means I'm levitatin' |
| I'm feelin' things, when this is gone still lives within my statement |
| All in the lift I'm reachin' what will it take you to see me |
| Only can tell the difference between my heart and my sleeve |
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| I got it in the bag |
| I can't tell you nothing different |
| I got it in the bag |
| I can't tell you nothing different |
| I got it in the bag |
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| I can't tell the difference |
| Between my sleeve and my heart |
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| And if it ain't in this place |
| I'm in my body, what would it say for you to see |
| I just need a break and rise above it |
| While I fill in this fuchsia sea |
| 'Cause I ain't sleep it for days, my eyes are burnin' |
| What would it take for you to see? |
| I just need a break, rise above it |
| In this fuchsia sea |
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| I got it in the bag |
| I can't tell you nothing different |
| I got it in the bag |
| I can't tell you nothing different |
| I got it in the bag |
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| Ooh |
| Ooh |
| In this fuchsia sea |
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