| She didn’t pay admission
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| Snuck in at intermission
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| She showed up with a vision on a motherfucking mission
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| Already high and sweaty like she been up in the kitchen
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| Looking for some action, tryna build a coalition
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| Dancing with a passion, you know the position
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| Grinding on my troops, tryna rile up my militia
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| I can’t turn her off after I switched on her ignition
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| She wants to add a friend, and I’m a gifted mathematician
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| Passion, driven, passion, addict
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| Passion, basement, passion, attic
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| Passion, domestic, passion, abroad
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| Passion, always, passion, god
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| I have a passion for passions
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| I come in hot, I turn dragons to ashes
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| Ignite the whole matchbook of matches
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| I strike, and I don’t close the cover or batten the hatches
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| I look the world in her eyeballs
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| I tell them my theories, my breakthroughs and the newest of my thoughts
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| I don’t wait for the ovation to conclude
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| I find applause
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| Sound’s perfect in the background when I talk, it’s like
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| A sound witness system tweaking in your ear
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| A sound witness system tweaking in your tweaking in your ear
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| A sound witness system tweaking in your ear
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| A sound witness system tweaking in your tweaking in your ear
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| A sound witness system tweaking in your ear
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| A sound witness system tweaking in your tweaking in your ear
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| A sound witness system tweaking in your ear
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| A sound witness system tweaking in your tweaking in your ear |