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fiogf49gjkf0d Tell me lies tell me sweet little lies
She says she knows me and I've got that dreamy look in my eyes
I got a mind to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And buy an island with a view of all the summer sets
You see I know where I'm going and I know where I been
I tell my lady that my ships coming in
I got no time for fiasco and the last straw seems to be a long ways away
High tide is coming with the world for me
My type is something that you won't find
Summer skies keep on asking me why
This island dream and what it means has seemed to pass me on by
But it's just a matter of time, right now I'm headin' to find
That paper paper and the good life
No need for the grind
You see I know where I'm going and I know where I been
I tell my lady that my ships coming in
I got no time for fiasco and the last straw seems to be a long ways away
High tide is coming with the world for me
My type is something that you won't find
Baby girl if you leave me
You'll see me someday on the TV
Wish you hadn't left me for someone else
Cause I'll be gettin' that scrilla like the Don himself
High tide is coming with the world for me
My type is something that you won't find
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