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Baby, when she dances in front of me, I go crazy

Maybe, if I die, I'll stay in her mind

Doctor, always feeling sick, what do you prescribe for me?

Love, sextasy, love, sextasy

Fucked up, I want to be heard from Paris to Boston

I asked the moon how I could make a lot of money

Doctor, always feeling sick, what do you prescribe for me?

Love, sextasy, love, sextasy

I mess them up and I give them a hard time

My hand on her ass, at least then I'm sure I exist

I wanted to be in the club with glasses to impress you

Baby, you've been warned, the heart is anorexic

Your bitch takes me for Kurt Cobain

Draw my heart with cocaine

I saw the future at the bottom of my bottle

A message in a bottle in an S.O.S

You can't hold them, don't make promises

I see her in my dreams, I'm not sleepy

Baby, when she dances in front of me, I go crazy

Maybe, if I die, I'll stay in her mind

Doctor, always feeling sick, what do you prescribe for me?

Love, sextasy, love, sextasy

Fucked up, I want to be heard from Paris to Boston

I asked the moon how I could make a lot of money

Doctor, always feeling sick, what do you prescribe for me?

Love, sextasy, love, sextasy

Fuck, you're in my head but I wasted my time

Another night where I take care of you

I have to become the GOAT and now, I'm waiting for my turn

I took my ticket to go there without return

I prefer to write when I'm alone on the roof

Soon platinum, you know, no one talks about it

When we'll be diamond, I'll have them on my neck

Diamonds on my neck but I don't feel better

She wants us to fuck but I don't feel good

I feel pain when I think of you

Why do you get mad when I don't reply?

Baby, I'm high and I'm in my bubble

I have to make hits and you have to understand it

Baby, when she dances in front of me, I go crazy

Maybe, if I die, I'll stay in her mind

Doctor, always feeling

Love, sextasy, love, sextasy

Fucked up, I want people to listen to me from Paris to Boston

I asked the moon how I could make good money

Doctor, still feeling sick, what do you prescribe for me?

Love, sextasy

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