| Gimme mine, uh, gimme mine
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| Gimme mine, uh, gimme mine
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| Gimme mine, Gimme mine
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| Uh, gimme mine, uh, gimme mine
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| Gimme mine, bitch gimme mine
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| Gimme mine, nigga gimme mine
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| Gimme mine, gimme mine
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| But I…
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| Wish I could put the B.S. |
| behind me
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| And yes, I’ve been fresh, you need sterilizing
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| And yes, I’ve been left, and you ain’t invited
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| Every time I’m arriving everybody excited
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| Just witness the glitz and the glam of shining
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| Let me get it back from the top Ali
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| Life
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| I wonder will it take me underground like a runaway slave
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| Where the hip hop radio don’t play, what more can I say
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| I need to get away from the lights…
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| Flashing in my face like a topless model
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| And the topless bottles keep popping like a Glock
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| And it’s coming non-stop, take a shot — don’t worry about the price
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| Everything is paid for, you fully accommodated
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| When you bumping shoulders with the Grammy nominated
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| Making American Pie, get you a slice
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| It’s the American Dream, right?
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| So it seems I need to air out my self-esteem
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| It’s so high
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| But I…
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| Wish I could put the B.S. |
| behind me
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| And yes, I’ve been fresh, you need sterilizing
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| And yes, I’ve been left, and you ain’t invited
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| Every time I’m arriving everybody excited
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| Just witness the glitz and the glam of shining
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| Can’t tell who real or who lying
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| (I may just) need to
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| (Go on a hiatus) Yeahhh
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| Almost lost my life to the industry
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| Better yet I did, I should bury me
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| And I ain’t even sell one record yet
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| And she can see I’m hanging on barely
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| And my bitch say I’m arrogant
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| Cause when she with me I feel she should cherish it
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| Only cause you never know when I’m a perish
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| Not the clothing line but if the shit fit I wear it
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| Stick to the script I will — Ferris
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| Nobody ever said it’ll be fair so
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| When the tabloids read «Death To Ab-Soul»
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| I couldn’t get up, said I’ll keep it on the down low
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| You never know what’s next, or know what to expect
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| Still wanted for, but now I’m a prospect
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| From dusk until dawn, I feel like a object
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| Under a telescope
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| But I…
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| Wish I could put the B.S. |
| behind me
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| And yes, I’ve been fresh, you need sterilizing
|
| And yes, I’ve been left, and you ain’t invited
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| Every time I’m arriving everybody excited
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| Just witness the glitz and the glam of shining
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| Can’t tell who real or who lying
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| (I may just) need to
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| (Go on a hiatus) Yeahhh
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| I loosen my tie
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| So I can drown in my drink
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| I loosen my tie
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| And give myself some space to breathe
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| I see the skyline
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| And the clouds are so at peace
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| I need some my time (my time my time)
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| I need a Mai Tai
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| So I can drown in my drink
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| I loosen my tie
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| And give myself some space to breathe
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| I see the skyline
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| And the clouds are so at peace
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| I need some my time (my time my time) |