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Can't pretend we've had enough

This party ends when we say so

She's a brown-eyed demon from the Westside (she tell me, she tell me)

In the nighttime she flies, ooh

I bought the drink, she loves the drugs

I plead the fifth, she's way too much

But I'm like, ready, set and go

I played it way too cool and so professional

Pick it on up, like a pickup truck

Drop it on me (on me), but it ain't enough

To fill my cup

Sipping slowly on juice and gin

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