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Blur Turn It Up

give you my heart every time turn it up, turn it off, turn it in anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all sometimes you do too much, sometimes it

give you my heart every time turn it up, turn it off, turn it in anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all sometimes you do too much, sometimes it

i give you my heart every time turn it up, turn it off, turn it in anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all sometimes you do too much, sometimes it

you're running just to escape it But they're gunning for the money so they fake it Everywhere you seem to turn there's a monster When you look up in

make a move that you'll regret Evil E's on the set, hit the deck Kick it Kick it Kick it Kick it You start to think and wonder bout how it's done "An

man am I With my chest up to the sky When I walk by, my talk rides high like the wind rewind I'll be by your side when nighttime it runs on And the

fucked up Nigga throw up from the floor 'Bout the throw up gotta hold the wall Overload off the weed and alcohol So homey may concern he drank let it

't say my name nigga, don't even think of me Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up I'm the C4 that blew up your porch I

8 mile road You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't it still is To be walkin' this boarder