Trust Me

I got the 944

I got the 3-day stubble

I got my foot to the floor, to the floor

I got the smile

Been flashing it for awhile

My jaw's starting to get tired, to get tired



It's nothing personal, dog

But if you're out for a jog

You'd best look out for the plates

That say God



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I'm the type of guy that can't throw very far but

You can trust me

You can trust me

I'm the type of guy that likes to shoot for the stars

And baby

If you love me

Then you'll trust me



I got the friends in Dubai

I got the place in Hawaii

I got the decadent style

It's the style

An expensive cigarette

A twenty year old brunette

A dog you'd better not pet

Yeah you bet

My life is pretty extreme

It's not easy as it seems

Just walk a day in my shoes

In your dreams



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You won't believe my flat

You can quote me on that

I got an elevator and an endangered cat

We'll do a couple of lines

You'll have a splendid time



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