100 lyrics for "To get wit'"

I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You) (Album Version)
Fall Out Boy
If I woke up next to you Me and you, setting in a honeymoon We're the new face of failure Prettier and younger, but not any better off Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best Last year's wishes are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take
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It's like a butterfly in a hurricane My chances with you are a million to one It's like candle lights in the pouring rain It's like fireflies gathered on the sun Like a driftwood on an ocean wave That gets tossed and turned like you're doing to me I was
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Matter of fact, I don't even care where you been Bad vibes, get off of me Outta here with that fuckery Treat my goals like property Collect them like Monopoly Won't come if there's not a fee And if they try come stoppin' me
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Let's get lost Take me down Take me all the way down tonight, soon I'll be leaving Break me down Break me all the way down, before the night is over What it is, what it could be? My imagination runs fast Only if you comin' with me 4 AM staying up past
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Oh oh tangled up And get me waking up Shake it up, tangled up You could be breaking up, making up, tangled up You can't be faking it, making it from my love With all this tragedy, don't get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, Down the road to both
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Sometimes I can't hold on And no one can help me Now it's got a hold of me I need this to get me through Can't resist and don't want to Believe it I know it's true I can't beat and don't want to try Perfect hell
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And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie You look happy Flashing back to New York City Changing flights so you'd stay with me Now I wish we'd never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget
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I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit Y’all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been
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Soon as I get paid Ring a ling with the telephone Is the man of the house at home? Your master card is over due Mr. Mo we need a payment from you Right now, right now, right away I ain't got nothing to send you today But I'ma give you all your money
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