| His own private math is as big as life
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| It’s all aftermath, burns in stripes so bright
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| He sees right through walls, right through the
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| writing on them
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| Two years old and playing those games
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| He’s not tame, he’s not slim yet
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| Feed him, give him to eat — child prodigy
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| His head is barely hard, he’s so hard headed
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| Hair isn’t hardly parted he’s a man of parts
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| You can’t be jealous, he just makes you feel bigger
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| Two years old and he’ll never be the same
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| He’s not trained to put you through your paces
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| Feed him, give him to eat — child prodigy
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| Child prodigy, all wizardry and charm is yours
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| A children’s child, child of a child, prodigy
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| Take it all in till you cry
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| There’s always more blue
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| Grazing, grazing
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| More laziness to make you cry |