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Dua Saleh

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    Broken my umbrellar in the storm (oh)
    Baby said she likes to keep me warm (oh oh)
    Diamonds was embedded on her horn (beep beep)
    Driving through the tunnels in the morn (wake up)

    Her father owns a factory making corn (chomp chomp)
    Told me that she wasn't natural born (what?)
    Stolen off a planet, I was torn (hmm)
    Chamomile's a luxury adorned (ahh)

    Last pint from that last night
    I don't know if that was real
    And I swear I'm superstitious
    Bout her sex appeal
    Last blunt from that last night
    I don't know if that was real
    When she brought her wand out
    I knew I had lost our deal

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    I really gutted out her womb
    A fickle fight, an icky croon
    Her breath condensed into a flume
    And pulls her eyes into a tomb
    Fuck her whip, she rode a broom
    Casts a spell onto the Moon
    All this worth that she exhume
    All this worth that she exhume

    Last pint from that last night
    I don't know if that was real
    And she knows I'm superstitious
    'Bout her sex appeal

    Last pint from that last night
    I don't know if that was real
    And I swear I'm superstitious
    'Bout her sex appeal

    Last blunt from that last night
    I don't know if that was real
    When she brought her wand out
    I knew I had lost our deal

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    Composition: Dua Saleh

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