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She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in shoes and cars Wood floors in the new apartment Couture from the store's departments You more like love to start shit I'm more of the trips to Florida Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy? She in the mirror dancin' so sleazy I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?" And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte 'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these niggas got me I hate these niggas more than a Nazi

And all I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach, but I stand In California with my toes in the sand Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh

Seneler sürer her günüm Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah Yalnız gitmekten yorgunum Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah Seneler sürer her günüm Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah Yalnız gitmekten yorgunum Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathin' in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours

I bet you feel it now, baby Especially since we've only known each other one day But I've gotta work shit out, baby I'm exorcising demons, got 'em running 'round the block now

I had a vision A vision of my nails in the kitchen Scratchin' counter tops, I was screamin' My back arched like a cat My position couldn't stop, you were hittin' And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy And I shouldn't cry, but I love it (I love it), starboy And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy

Up with your turret Aren't we just terrified? Shale, screen your worry From what you won't ever find