Coming down like a smoke machine
my head is with a song
my waist taste like a ship coming, with you
I can't go wrong I wait until the star comes in
and then I'll go away
Baby you got me wrong
Baby you got me wrong
my pair of dices are dropped ball
my feet are weigh too small
I wake up shaking, with another song
so hard is when is breaking and when you will be gone
Baby you got me wrong
Baby you got me wrong
heaven is for training and I don't belong
I wait until my ship comes in and then I'll go away
'Cuz Baby you got me wrong
Baby you got me wrong
Baby you got me wrong
Baby you got me wrong
Baby you got me wrong
Baby you got me so wrong
Baby you got me wrong

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