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Frans, Amsterdam

I’m a free man in a captive soul

chained to a doorknob in house-sized stall and too late, out of control

I paid my dues, still I’m on control but yes I am fine, I am good

everything’s in like and as it should but are you whit me, fam?

my mind is in Amsterdam so give me your love, baby just tell me you want me, baby so give me your love, baby just tell me you want me, baby

from the ruins that have gone to waste, woo to the akylines that always cease to amazed me yes I am fine, I am good

everything’s in like and as it should but are you whit me, fam?

my mind is in Amsterdam so give me your love, baby just tell me you want me, baby so give me your love, baby just tell me you want me, baby Where I go

where you go where we gone Amsterdam Where I go where you go where we gone Amsterdam Where I go where you go where we gone Amsterdam said

Where I go where you go where we gone Amsterdam Where I go where you go where we gone Amsterdam Where I go where you go where we gone Amsterdam

so give me your love, baby just tell me you want me, baby so give me your love, baby just tell me you want me, baby

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