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Got the radio blasting, got the favors in my hand Meeting  the crew, jammin with the band Crowd lined up around the block Doesn't even matter cause we are gonna rock Making plans to win, plans to sin Eyes on a beauty, I'm getting right in Gonna leave my mark make her squirm Gonna blew her mind like she's smoking sherm The sun cracks thru the darkest night People take cover to avoid the light Try to get to bed try to sleep Breaking hearts ignore their weeps
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
Night Out
Got the radio blasting, got the favors in my hand Meeting  the crew, jammin with the band Crowd lined up around the block Doesn't even matter cause we are gonna rock Making plans to win, plans to sin Eyes on a beauty, I'm getting right in Gonna leave my mark make her squirm Gonna blew her mind like she's smoking sherm The sun cracks thru the darkest night People take cover to avoid the light Try to get to bed try to sleep Breaking hearts ignore their weeps
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
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