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Stupid boy think that I need him I go cold like change the seasons

I go red hot like a demon I go ghost for no damn reason

Stupid boy think that I need him Stupid boy think that I need him

Season, season, I'm spicy Hot to touch, too much, too pricey

Heathen, I'm in your psyche You don't know no one else like me, woah

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