| Coming down, you’re sweating
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| Climbing up the walls
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| We both know that you got sticky fingers, you want it wall
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| And I, I, I, I hate that it’s never your fault
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| I see right through, you make pretending like you’re so uninvolved
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| If it’s broke you just paint it red
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| Leave a hold on everything you said
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| I, I, I, I can see it it’s all in your head, it’s all in your head
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| I hate to pop the bubble, fuck with the illusion
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| You’re the one that set the stage, why is it so confusing?
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| For you to get in place, lil miss pre-madonna, always do what you wanna
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| Always got something to say
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| You keep looking at your brand new rollie, but it’s fake
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| Now you’re leaving cause there’s nothing left for you to take
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| And I, I, I, I don’t like the way you behave
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| Every mistake you’ve ever made is written all on your face
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| If it’s broke you just paint it red
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| Leave a hold on everything you said
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| I, I, I, I can see it it’s all in your head, it’s all in your head
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| I hate to pop the bubble, fuck with the illusion
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| You’re the one that set the stage, why is it so confusing?
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| For you to get in place, lil miss pre-madonna, always do what you wanna
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| Always got something to say |