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letra de my girl - true fiction

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[intro: stephen patrick]
gimme love
gimme touch (my girl, my girl)
cus i want what i want
do i want just way too much? (my girl, my girl)

[pre-chorus: isaac the kid]
on my way to her crib with a blunt
she’s a b-tch, i don’t really give a f-ck
tell beyoncé that she needs to step her game up
cus she’s got nothing on my girl
on my way to her crib with a blunt
she’s a b-tch, i don’t really give a f-ck
tell beyoncé that she needs to step her game up
cus she’s got nothing on my girl

[chorus: isaac the kid & stephen patrick]
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl oh
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl

[verse 1: stephen patrick]
last summer, i was there every day
you hit me up, i’m already on the way
it’s kinda funny how some things change
we still talk but it doesn’t feel the same

but you know when i get back to la
you hit me up, i’m alrеady on the way
it’s kinda funny how some things don’t change
somе things don’t change

[bridge: stephen patrick & isaac the kid]
gimme love
gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love
gimme touch
cus i want what i want, do i want just way too much?
gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love
fall into me tonight

gimme love
gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love
gimme touch
cus i want what i want, do i want just way too much?
gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love
fall into me tonight

[chorus: isaac the kid & michael hologram]
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl oh
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl

[pre-chorus: isaac the kid]
on my way to her crib with a blunt
she’s a b-tch, i don’t really give a f-ck
tell beyoncé that she needs to step her game up
cus she’s got nothing on my girl
on my way to her crib with a blunt
she’s a b-tch, i don’t really give a f-ck
tell beyoncé that she needs to step her game up
cus she’s got nothing on my girl

[verse 2: michael hologram]
strawberry kiss, iphone rose gold
blueberry text messages on my phone
you make me feel comfy when i’m all alone
but it never feels better
chillin, getting stoned

i’m trapped inside your mind
you make me feel at home
i can stop you with my eyes
your touch turns me to stone

and now i’m staring at your face
when you look, i look away
not much cus i’m ashamed
and you smile cus you feel famous

i spent days
just thinking of words to say
i know that i am strange, but can i be your stranger?

[chorus: isaac the kid]
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl
my girl, my girl

- true fiction

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