She's the serpentine, she's my collar.

I send a message, never call her.

And now I wanna taste another, and it's safe in a persona, she's my collar.

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Depollute me, gentle angel

And I'll feel the sickness less and less

Come and kiss me, pretty baby

Like we'll never have

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Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

And let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me

“yo not to kill the vibe but do you ever wonder if maybe Doja Cat was onto something when she wrote 4morant?"

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