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I Got It

 

I Got It

(album: Proof - 2016)


You're just a rule breaker
The way you're breaking out that dress
And I'm just a storm chaser
While you're spinnin through the spotlight makin a mess
Of every heart you can manage, call it collateral damage
Shaking with the speakers til there's nothin left standing
Cause you're a knockout and I'm all about
Watching you making a scene

Cause I got it and they want it
And you flaunt it cause you're bad
The way that you walk in a room, all eyes are all over you
Got everybody wanting what they can't have
Cause I got you midnight, I got your fix
Get the taste of tequila dripping off of your lips
Let 'em look, let 'em stare but they ain't got a shot
They can try all they want, but they never gonna get what I got

You got that Hepburn style
Showing sex appeals got class
And I ain't the jealous type
Watching every guy, watching you shake that
Asking for your trouble trying to buy you a double
Set 'em up to shoot 'em down turning eagles to rubble
Cause you're a knockout and I'm all about
Watching you making a scene

Cause I got it and they want it
And you flaunt it cause you're bad
The way that you walk in a room, all eyes are all over you
Got everybody wanting what they can't have
Cause I got you midnight, I got your fix
Get the taste of tequila dripping off of your lips
Let 'em look, let 'em stare but they ain't got a shot
They can try all they want, but they never gonna get what I got
(Never gonna get what I got)

At last call after the lights come on
I'll whisper to your baby let's go
There ain't no use in hanging around
Cause I know what you're looking for
Yeah baby, I got it
Yeah baby, I got it

Cause I got it and they want it
And you flaunt it cause you're bad
The way that you walk in a room, all eyes are all over you
Got everybody wanting what they can't have
Cause I got you midnight, I got your fix
Get the taste of tequila dripping off of your lips
Let 'em look, let 'em stare but they ain't got a shot
They can try all they want, but they never gonna get what I got
(Never gonna get what I got)

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