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Song: NEW MAGIC WAND By Tyler the creator Movie: Kill Bill by Quentin Tarantino Lyrics: Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window I saw a photo, you looked joyous My eyes are green, I eat my veggies I need to get her out the picture She's really fuckin' up my frame She's not developed like we are Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic, new magic, new magic wand Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone (nigga) New magic, new magic, new magic wand My brother said I'm on the spectrum Don't call me selfish, I ain't sharing This 60/40 isn't working I want 100 of your time, you're mine Please don't leave me now Please don't leave me now (don't leave) Please don't leave me now Please don't leave me now (don't leave) Please don't leave me now (don't leave) (Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone) Please don't leave me now (I can make her leave) (New magic, new magic, new magic wand) Please don't leave me now (don't leave) (Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone) Please don't leave me now (New magic, new magic, new magic wand) I wanna be found, passenger in your car You wanna be mean, mixed signals, don't park (I can make her bleed) She's gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand We can finally be together You roll the dice, hit a 7, sure you right, beginner's luck You not my first, who gives a fuck? Your other one evaporate, we celebrate You under oath, now pick a side, and if you don't I pick you both, it's not a joke Murder, she wrote Ayo, take one look in the mirror, implications so clear I live life with no fear, except for the idea that one day you won't be here I will not fetch the ball, eyes are green I eat my vegetables It has nothing to do with that broad, but if it did, guarantee she'd be gone, well I got a plan, 'bout to walk in the pen If you can't understand, I'm a hawk in the gym Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest That I need to get off, or I ain't talkin' to them Can't be in the picture if it got no frame Gon' let the world know 'cause I ain't got no shame Blow the whole spot up, 'cause I ain't– I wanna share last names, I wanna be your number one Not the other one, keep it on the low I'm in my right mind, keep it on a high Janis Joplin spillin' feelings, now I'm out here moppin' 'em Four on the floor, pack up your bags, we hit the store Grab our supplies, no need for masks, bust through the door Get the job done like retirement, I admit you look concerned New magic wand.
