| I’m feeling you feeling me
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| How you feeling? |
| You’re fine
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| I think it’s working, the potion is infiltrating our minds
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| The beast sets off into motion and then our bodies entwine
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| We lose control to commotion and then fall backwards in time
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| «I'm having visions, we’re tripping,» whispers the voice of the heathen
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| The night it thickens — black Wiccans
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| Tick-tock, our heart skips a beat and
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| You take a second to breathe in and then our energies deepen
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| And then we vibing, we creeping into the darkness, we’re reaping
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| I love it when we do it like that, that
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| (Into the darkness, we’re reaping)
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| Yeah, when you shake it like that, that
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| (Into the darkness, we’re reaping)
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| I love it when we do it like that, that
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| Drop it on the floor and bring it right back
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| Spin around the world and twist it like that
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| Shake that ass and make the fat stack
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| I love it when you dutty wine, wine
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| Get on top and grind, grind
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| Do your thing just pick your time
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| Do your thing just give your cent
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| (Cent) 5 cent 10 cent dollar
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| (Cent) 5 cent 10 cent dollar
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| (Cent) 5 cent 10 cent dollar
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| Go run off run off
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| Make you go holler
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| Into the darkness, we’re reaping
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| Into the darkness, we’re reaping |