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On the low, shawty on the low, ’bout to hit the road
It’s a go, coming for the throne, never going home
Around the globe, Santorini flows, summers on the coast
Hit the yacht, make another toast, bottles on the boat
Bring the hoes, now they coming close, fucking all the bros
This ain’t luck, got my ego up, and I can’t give a fuck
About the O’s, I’m a fucking ghost, coming for their throats
Run on blow, till I lose control, till I lose control, till I’m

Swerving, who the fuck said that I’m good to drive?
Bumping through the lines like I’m on overdrive
Working through the night cause I want this for life
London to Milan, pouring up on the flight

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Someone come around and make sure I’m alive
Fingers on my neck just to know I didn’t die
Rolling, over-rolling till you can’t see my eyes
Pouring, overflowing till I’m –

Mm, till you can’t see my eyes
Ooh, till I, till I, till I
Till I, till I lose control
Till I lose control, ohh

Mm, Swerving