| Ah! |
| Yeah! |
| It feels good to wake up!
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| Known it?
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| It’s back around
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| Going in
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| Let’s go!
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| I never sleep alone
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| This whole world so cold when the heat is on
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| Looking out the window, from inside you can see the storm
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| It’s going down, clear skies to storm clouds
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| It’s not the pretty picture mix them with the wrong crowd
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| It’s on now
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| Stand up upon down
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| It’s a lot of hype, we teach ourselves to calm down
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| Cause everything is not exactly what it seems
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| I’m steady taking shots, capturing the scene
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| Street cinema
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| We teach these litter bugs
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| Make goals we meet in three weeks minimum
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| Home sweet home, not what you think it is
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| Everybody’s watching, never any witnesses
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| Still, some of us take the stands
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| The rest then can watch, eager to shake our hands
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| Home sweet home, these are the differences:
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| The streets hear everything, but nobody’s listening
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| Stay high! |
| Get low!
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| Push the levels! |
| Red glow (?)!
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| We give the people what they’re askin' for
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| We give the people what they’re askin' for
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| I know where I’ve been
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| And I know where to go
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| I got a plan
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| To kill all your Idol so, so, so
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| When, and I go to
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| With these outta hands
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| Well, maybe I’mma activate the plan
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| My man, the stan
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| Can you loose the sanity
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| To the band
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| And go
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| Back at it again!
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| It’s automatic, I ain’t gotta pretend
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| You can’t see me even to my demands (?)
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| The type of flow that makes you shit to the pants
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| It’s my fault that your girl’s in a frenzy
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| Ain’t no size, ain’t empty
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| Looking at me like she more than friendly
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| Let me tell you 'bout the lights, camera, action
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| On the play set, when the lights go pass it (?)
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| Dark as ashes
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| But I took out my weight from rock bottom
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| Ain’t got time for your problems
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| I’ve got mine to solve, the future called
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| They told me that the past is scald, can move it all
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| Unstuck in a rut, running to mug, forgot what it was like to get up
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| But I got up, when the world’s swallowing up
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| And I made my own, like I said
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| I’m wishing for somethin' |