BLACK MAGIC Lyrics – Hardwell

I’m still a mess you turn up
My skin it starts to burn up
I burn up I burn up
I sit unless you turn up

So what kind of voodoo do you do
What kind of voodoo do you do
I’m still a mess you turn up
My skin it starts to burn up

I burn up I burn up
I sit unless you turn up
So what kind of voodoo do you do
What kind of voodoo do you do

What kind of voodoo do you do
What kind of voodoo do you do
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Hardwell Lyrics – BLACK MAGIC

Hardwell

BLACK MAGIC