| These days I’m so focused
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| Fast life, slow motion
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| These, these days I’m so focused
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| These days I’m so focused
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| Fast life, slow motion
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| Or maybe I’m just a dreamer
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| And life is but a dream
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| And I would never leave her
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| But I bet she can’t wait to get rid of me
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| And I be all night, no sleep, real talk
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| Go hard until the AM
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| You can have my shine, I give you my light
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| Opportunities you take them
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| And you can take your time on your own time
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| I be at the finish line waiting
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| Cause some people chase the world
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| Other people let the world chase them, yo
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| Yeah, can you hear it?
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| I spread love, can you feel it in your spirit?
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| When doves cry shit get serious
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| You feel like a prince in a pharaoh’s pyramid
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| Scheme turned dream turned nightmare on Elm Street
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| Ye ain’t got your heart in the right place
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| How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat?
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| Yeah, I put that on me
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| I got a gun and a good book, leave all your homies holy, moly
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| Black sheep, no miss Bo Peep
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| Motherfuck police ‘til they release all of my OG’s
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| You could lean on me ‘til you Morgan Free
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| You don’t need no sleep
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| Or maybe I’m just a dreamer
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| And life is but a dream
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| And I would never leave her
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| But I bet she can’t wait to get rid of me
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| And I be all night, no sleep, real talk
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| Go hard until the AM
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| You can have my shine, I give you my light
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| Opportunities you take them
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| And you can take your time on your own time
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| I be at the finish line waiting
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| Cause some people chase the world
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| Other people let the world chase them, yo
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| Can’t spell Illuminati without Lu, can’t spell Lu without «u»
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| Can’t spill blood without blue
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| Now ask yourself, «What is what I do?»
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| Let you put that together without glue without screw, fast life
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| Built a time machine in my past life
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| A horror story about as long as Fukushima half-life
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| And mostly I’ll be ghost
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| And to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight
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| Now that’s a long way from blackface
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| Track that they using for your rat race
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| Connected to a cat face, you can ask them pussies how a lap taste
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| Maybe like cookies to a monster
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| Running miles to the mouths of meows coming out
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| (High plane try not to be bomber)
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| Full speed ahead, full speed ahead
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| To allow no limits, there are no limits
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| No limits allowed, no limits exist
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| Cause maybe, cause maybe
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| There are no limits
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| Or maybe I’m just a dreamer
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| And life is but a dream
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| And I would never leave her
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| But I bet she can’t wait to get rid of me
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| And I be all night, no sleep, real talk
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| Go hard until the AM
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| You can have my shine, I give you my light
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| Opportunities you take them
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| And you can take your time on your own time
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| I be at the finish line waiting
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| Cause some people chase the world
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| Other people let the world chase them, yo
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run the world (Yeah)
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| We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
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| Go, go, uh
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| Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain
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| Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base
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| You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face
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| No new jacks in my city
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| Aye, I’m feeling like G money, money, money
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| Yeah, uh, I’m feeling like G money, money, money
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| Yeah, no new jacks in my city
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| Bitch, I’m G money, money, money |