| Another day in paradise
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| (Bitch you know me)
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| Baby even if I crash, it was worth the flight
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| (Bitch you know me)
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| Just another day in paradise
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| (Bitch you know me)
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| Baby even if I crash it was worth the flight
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| (Bitch you know me)
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| Up for days, baby I ain’t even sleep yet
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| Talkin' 'bout the wave, you ain’t even get your feet wet
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| I’m in the lead and I ain’t even in the league yet
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| I bet this batch can make Keith Sweat and eat less
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| Moroccan bitch she making couscous
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| She got some screws loose, Timb boots to stash the deuce-deuce
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| Salute, don’t make me have to let the troops loose
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| They telling lies like the new truth, but who’s who?
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| That’s why I had to go my own way
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| Keep on fucking with you me, it might just be your own grave, you dig
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| Don’t ask me why I took the long way
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| I had to walk on water just to make my own waves
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| Back when life felt something more like purgatory
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| I’m so high to see me you gon' need observatories
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| Don’t go askin' 'bout me bitch, I know you heard the stories
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| Keeps you humble but my dogs would fuckin' murder for me |