Won't let you go
Not going anywhere
I was here at eight, I'll be here at four
So just keep swinging from that pole
Keep you company on your shift
Take their dollars
make them holler
Watch you work their sticks
Got my truth
Getting off on you getting off on them
Sprinkle that dust on your thighs
taste it mixed in with you
Done so much it won't work now
Done so much it's just like grinding a clutch on a hill
Roll back baby, roll back on me
Never gonna wake up now
Those eyes that see right through me
Tore me up and took me down
But I don't want it any other way
It wasn't too much to believe
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