| Sleepy people, sleepy people
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| Tell me what’s going on in your mind
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| Sleepy people, sleepy people
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| How can you sleep in these troubled times, times?
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| (Wake up!)
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on (what!)
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| I put the piece on chain, I did that shit for the haters
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| Made in the image of greatness, I got that there from my maker
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| Skipped over the minor leagues and took that shit to the majors
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| Fuck all that salt they was tossing, sauce got plenty of flavor
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| I’m on my shine like a chrome grill when the sun out like gold spill
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| That plate on the time machine that sat on some chrome wheels
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| For all of them busters that’s faking front like they for the cause
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| Blocking the shots you taking cause they know you 'bout to ball on these hoes
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| King Tut with the gold, skating all on the low
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| Prison system enrolled, big time hope that you choke
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| All that bullshit that they serving
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| I come from where you whip it in the kitchen 'til it’s twerking out the pot
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| Put my faith in God even when it’s dark, I won’t stop
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| Flip them high beams on, hit the gas to the top
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| I got love for my people, they got love for me
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| I know my power and my worth and they bullshit free
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| I put that house on hill just to startle the neighbors
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| Pull up, subwoofers still quaking, let it be known that I made it
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| From the box that they put me in because of my Nubian skin
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| Now I rollerskate in cul-de-sacs on twenty twen twens
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| Oh Lord, there goes the neighborhood
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| I’m whipping and dipping, the law won’t stop me but wish they could
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| But the tag hood, digi dash good, nothing wrong here
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| Big bank, fuck what you think, I belong here on these
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| Hoes, ain’t nothin' stopping me on my mission
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| Set my team up, raise my ring up if you play our position
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| Out the park when I swing, it don’t matter who pitching
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| Boobie Miles under lights, hater this God-given
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| I can’t wait on the government, got to do it myself
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| Stack all my chips up, never gon' slip-up case my folks need some help
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| Hey, I got love for my people, they got love for me
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| I know my power and my worth and they bullshit free
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
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| Sleepy people, sleepy people
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| How can you sleep in these troubled times, times?
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| I gotta get away
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| Gotta get away
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| I gotta get away
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| Gotta get away
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| I gotta get away, ohhh
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| Gotta get away, ohhh, ohhhh
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| Ohh, hey, ohhh, get away
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| I gotta get away
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| I gotta get away, oh
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| I gotta get away |