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Paycheck

FIDLAR

FIDLAR

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Tekst piosenki
Cold sweat, the summer’s gone Wake up, nobody’s home I got trouble my way, I guess I’m here to stay Somebody told me to leave ‘cause I ain’t looking so great Somebody’s running out, I’m shooting everything Did I sell my TV, or did I give it away? Busted, now it’s on the ground Making, why you’re coming 'round? I got trouble my way, I guess I’m here to stay Somebody told me to leave ‘cause I ain’t looking so great Somebody’s running out, I’m shooting everything Did I sell my TV, or did I give it away?
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