| Bitch, you’re just mad
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| You think you know me and you don’t
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| You don’t know the real-life situations I’ve been through and what really goes
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| on in my life
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| All you know is what you see
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| Don’t believe everything you see on the internet
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| I’m just tired of everybody’s opinion
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| Like y’all need to just hear the real story
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| Stop Bhad Bhabie
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| Finally reached out to my dad
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| We met at the mall on some other shit
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| Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had the names of his other kids
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| Like fuck me, I don’t exist?
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| And you actin' like I’m s’posed to praise you?
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| My whole life you bought a pair of J’s
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| Now you think I’m s’posed to say, «Thank you»?
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| That’s when I knew I didn’t need dad
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| My mom was pissed, I was sellin' pills
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| Couldn’t even afford rehab
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| So she put me on Dr. ****
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| Got on stage and fuckin' blacked out
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| I look up, I’m in a ranch now
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| Did four months in solitary
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| Bet that y’all know it ain’t a act now
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| Fuck it, hit a ho with no bars
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| I remember seein' Clay kill a staff member, Jimmy with a crowbar
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| They fled the scene in Alicia’s car
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| Came home, jumped on the scene
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| I look online and I’m a fuckin' meme
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| Said I’d shoot my mom, I on’t go fuckin' mean
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| You don’t know what I seen
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| What the fuck you mean?
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| I took all the pain in my heart
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| Carried that shit to the charts
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| Even when they protested, I still got more blessings
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| I never dissed my mom to get some attention
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| Take a second and listen 'fore you give your dumbass opinion
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| You bitch
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| You ain’t seen nothin'
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| You don’t know what I’ve been through
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| You haven’t been there with me
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| So don’t tell me what I went through
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| Don’t tell me that I disrespect my mom for the fuck of it
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| Don’t tell me I’m just bad for the fuck of it
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| Bitch you don’t know my life
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| You don’t know what I been through
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| Unless you were there with me
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| You can’t tell me nothing, ho
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| So, after 6 months of being on Dr. **** show
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| I finally got home (finally I was gone for so long)
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| And I got home from a ranch
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| And it was pretty miserable (fucking horrible)
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| I had no touch
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| Like I was not in touch with the internet
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| I did not know what was going on (at all)
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| To the real world
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| This place was far away from anything
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| Like no phones, no internet, no nothing
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| Like there wasn’t even service there (nothing)
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| And a couple a weeks after being home
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| I finally decided that I wanted a meet with my best friend again (I just missed
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| her and I wanted to see her again)
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| Someone who was not good for me at all
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| But I ended up going to her house to see her
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| And instantly, like I say it was the next day
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| 'Cause she had slept over my house
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| We just got back to doing our old shit again
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| Smoking, like, like trying to finesse people for money
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| Like just doing really really dumb shit again (like really really dumb shit)
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| So since I was back outside the house
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| My mom decided to give me my phone
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| Because I was running around with Zandalee (take your phone back, Dani!)
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| She wanted to make sure that if something happened
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| I could be able to call her or whatever
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| So (just in case)
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| I logged into my Instagram
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| That I hadn’t been on for almost 7 months now
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| And (should of just stayed off of it)
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| Every all these people were following me
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| Everyone was commenting on my pictures
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| I had almost like 500,000 followers
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| And I was like «What the fuck is this?»
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| So I went on the explore page and there was a bunch of memes that was just my
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| face that said «Catch Me Outside», and I was like «What the fuck is this?»
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| Like I had never-
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| Like I never even imagined that would happen (this shit’s just so stupid)
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| Like I didn’t even remember saying «Catch me outside»
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| That’s the funniest thing
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| Like until I seen the bit from the show
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| I didn’t even remember I said that
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| Like that shit was so irrelevant (this shit’s so irrelevant)
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| Like it was just some random ass shit
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| So like a couple weeks later I had 600,000 followers
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| And it was crazy I was like
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| These people didn’t even know if it was my real account
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| Like I had never verified that it was my real shit so it was kind of crazy
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| (they were just following it 'cause I guess people had liked me)
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| And then my
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| And then now this guy Adam had knocked on my door |
| And I was like «Can I help you like what do you want?»
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| And he was like
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| «Do you sing? |
| Do you rap? |
| Do you do anything?» |
| (do you sing? do you rap?
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| do you do anything?)
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| And he was like «well I wanna bring you to LA»
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| So me I was like «LA? |
| Okay, cool!» |
| (just trust me I’ll make you a star)
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| So I went out there
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| I met Meechie and I met um Adam’s management partner, Dan (I got you that check
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| Barb, are we cool?)
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| And I stayed out there for a little bit
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| I did some interviews
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| And did some videos and stuff
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| And then I went back to Florida
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| And me and ZZ were just like walking like the streets
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| Where it’s like going to the beach and stuff
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| And people kept taking pictures of me
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| And they kept like
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| We kept getting into fights
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| And like even some of ZZ’s friends got into fights about me
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| And I was getting sued for it I was getting blamed for it
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| So I then I hired my body guard Frank (hey I’m Frank)
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| Because he a big ass muhfucker
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| And he’ll beat up everybody and they mama (just go fuck yourself)
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| So me and ZZ had went somewhere with one of her friends
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| And we ended up getting tattoos that night
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| And I didn’t tell Adam I was gonna do it
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| Because I didn’t think he would care like
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| I didn’t think he really like gave a fuck
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| So I ended up getting a tattoo
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| The tattoo I have on my arm (it says family first)
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| And I went home and Adam had called me and he-
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| Or he FaceTimed me and he seen it
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| And he was like «Oh my god
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| You’re going to fucking-
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| You’re- you’re- you’re going back to LA
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| I can’t have you out here doing this shit» (I can’t have you out here doing
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| this shit)
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| Like you’re going to fuck yourself
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| You’re going to get in trouble
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| This is not happening anymore
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| So before he had sent me back to LA
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| That day I met this girl Gabby
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| Who I then started dating or talking to for a couple months (I don’t know why…
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| I really don’t know why)
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| And I was living with her in her trailer
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| And it was crazy like every time I’d go outside
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| Like there was all the neighborhood kids were surrounding like her house
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| (everyone wanted to see me and take pictures)
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| And meanwhile while my dad was trying to get back in my life
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| And I didn’t understand why
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| So I told him like no I don’t want you to be in my life
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| Like 14 years and you haven’t been here
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| Now all of a sudden
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| You see I have fans and followers and all this
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| And now you wanna get back in my life like no
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| It’s not gonna work that way (nope)
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| He didn’t like that so he went to press
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| He went to other cops (everywhere you could imagine)
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| He went to news stations
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| And other TV hosts and all this shit
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| Facebook, Instagram, Twitter (dumbass)
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| Talking all the shit he possibly could
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| Just trying to sabotage my whole career that wasn’t a career yet (he just
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| wanted money he just wanted his voice to be heard)
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| He wanted to make sure that every time I went to court
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| He went as well and tried to fuck shit up
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| He lied to the judge, told the judge I was suicidal
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| Told the judge I needed sexual ed classes
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| Like just a bunch of unnecessary bullshit
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| So fast forward fuck my dad (fuck his bitch pussy ass)
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| Then my manager was like «okay let’s go to this recording studio
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| I have a few people I want you to meet»
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| So I went there, I met this A&R, Aton (what's good Bhad Bhabie?)
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| And he was like well we have this song
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| Like «we want you to record it
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| We want to see how you sound» (we gotta try this out, lets try this)
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| And it was just literally just
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| «Hi Bich, Hi Bich, Hi Bich»
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| It was not no other (it's just a hook right now but we’ll work on this)
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| No other lyrics
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| It was just a beat and the words «Hi Bich»
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| So we made some verses and finished the hook (Yo, Aton, this shit is fire)
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| And Aton loved the song (Dan, Adam, Mike, Caren, call the lawyers)
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| And he was like «You know what?
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| You’re gold, I wanna sign you» |