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 (Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window) 
I saw a photo, you looked joyous 
My eyes are green, I eat my veggies 
I need to get her out the picture 
She's really fuckin' up my frame 
She's not developed like we are. 
(Like magic, like magic, like magic wand) 
(New magic, new magic, new magic wand) 
(Like magic, like magic, like magic wand) 
(New magic, new magic, new magic wand) 
My buddy said I'm on the spectrum 
Don't call me selfish, I hate sharing 
This 60/40 isn't working, I want 100 of your time, you're mine 
Please don't leave me now, please don't leave me now (don't leave) 
Please don't leave me now, please don't leave me now (don't leave) 
(Like magic, like magic, like magic wand) 
(New magic, new magic, new magic wand) 
(Like magic, like magic, like magic wand) 
(New magic, new magic, new magic wand) 
I wanna be found, passenger in your car 
You wanna get me mixin', there's no pot (can make her bleed) 
She's gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand 
We can finally be together. 
You roll the dice, hit a 7, sho' you right, beginner's luck 
You not my first, who gives a fuck? 
Your other one evaporate, we celebrate 
You under oath, now pick a side, and if you don't 
I pick you both, it's not a joke 
Murder, she wrote. 
Ayo, take one look in the mirror, implications so clear 
I live life with no fear, except for the idea that one day you won't be here 
I will not fetch the ball, eyes are green I eat my vegetables 
It has nothing to do with that broad, but if it did, guarantee she'd be gone (well) 
I got a plan that could walk independent, he can't understand I'm a hawk in the gymt 
Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest, that I need to get off or I ain't talking to them 
Can't be in the picture if it got no frame 
Gon' let the world know, 'cause I ain't got no shame 
Blow the whole spot up, 'cause I ain't 
I want to share last names, I want to be your number one, not the other one 
Keep it on the low, I'm in my right mind, keep it on the high 
Jannis joplin, spillin' feelings, now I'm out here moppin' 'em 
Four on the floor, pack up your bags, we hit the store 
Grab our supplies, no need for masks, bust through the door 
Get the job done like retirement, I admit you look concerned 
New magic wand. 
 
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