| I walked in the party with my hair standing straight up
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| Everybody knows Kung Fu is on the way up
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| Fanny pack, neon throwbacks‚ I don’t give a fuck
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| kinda sucks‚ bitch shut up
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| I’m flamboyant‚ my flair is, fuck a crown, I’m in a Delorean bitch neon shirt
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| cowabunga 1986
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| If I’m really vibing out I’m wavy‚ I’m two dealer in gravy, they say I’m
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| radical my lymphatic system is in a panic chasing set on Xanax so I don’t
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| erotic
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| My inner violence is so hypnotic, symbolism be gothic‚ in a bitch for the
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| profit, infinite itch for the ocular
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| Show up to the scene like I’m Elon Musk, eon flux capacitor but we on trust
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| Beyond dust, they still call me futuristic, not a one-hit wonder I illuminate
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| I’m clairvoyant, I time travel, playing truth or dare with the devil and my
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| shadow
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| called me from his car phone and said he’s looking in my window I’m all alone
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| feeling like somebody’s watching me
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| Playing Super Nintendo doing the Wop
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| Sliding on the floor in my striped knee-high socks, saw Risky Business, Robocop,
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| Goonies Never Die, jumping off that RC Cola pop
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| But they say I’m excellent, I feel a tad bodacious, intelligent, I’m the shit,
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| I’m the excrement, I’m always chased by the Last Dragon, Z. Cavaricci,
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| my pants are never sagging, if you hit my pager code, shit… I’m hella
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| bragging |