| Say, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Say, yeah, yeah
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| Wake up to bow down
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| To the almighty dollar, pay your homage again
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| Boxed in, so get down
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| Buried, now you’re livin' underground
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| Do you wish you could be amongst the aristocrats
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| Who sip wine and look down
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| On the gangsta’s, hustla’s and things
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| Who make it rain and shit on the fortuneless
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| All in the same game struggling to get up, yeah
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| (Know when, know what)
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| Say, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Are you a robot?)
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| So you a baby born with teeth
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| Ready to speak, the sign the end is near
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| His first words, uh, uh are, «Where's daddy?»
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| Can you hear the world stand still?
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| When she looked in his eyes, oh, oh, oh
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| She looked in his eyes, oh, oh, oh
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| She looked in his eyes, oh, oh, oh
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| Baby, I don’t know, know where’s the president
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| (Know when, know what)
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| Say, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Are you a robot?)
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| Say, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Know when, know what)
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| Uh, yeah
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| (Are you a robot?)
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| The information age is here
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| Then you better read the omen
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| There’s something 'bout a natural disaster
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| War will never act here
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| A growin' thirst for power
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| As we approach the final hour
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| Monkey see, monkey do
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| What are you gonna do?
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| What are you gonna do?
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| What are you gonna do?
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| What are you gonna do? |