| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| (Y'all better get your pom-pom's higher, like…)
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| C’mon dude…
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| We make girls laugh louder
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| They’re begging for the clam chowder
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| Because I fit the shoes, you eat prison Food
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| I’ve got interviews with Matt Lauer
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| I catch a plane in half an hour
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| So I can’t stay at your afterhours
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| I say goodnight. |
| I’m in demand
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| Because I lay good pipe and I’m in the band
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| I don’t ball with huge budgets
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| What I do do gets news coverage
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| At Southby you blew hundreds
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| But I ate like I had two stomachs
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| To get that paper under the table
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| I charge niggas like jumper cables
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| I write dope, so I sell notepads
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| When the game’s rough, get elbow pads
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| Or play with rocks get a yellow cab
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| I’m out the door, toodle-oo
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| When you’re hot they will google you
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| And crowds soar through the roof saying…
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Y’all better get your pompoms higher like…
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| Oooh-do-do-do-do-do
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| I forgot to mention
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| The game suffers from hypertension
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| I forgot to mention
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| (You ain’t, you ain’t) (Come on now)
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| You read blogs, recycle cans
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| I screen calls for psycho fans
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| Because I appeal to folks that you can’t
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| By acting awkward like Hugh Grant
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| My lady friends remove their pants
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| Your apartment a dude ranch
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| And I didn’t get no huge advance
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| I taught music camp for food stamps saying…
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Y’all hoes get your pompoms higher like…
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| Oooh-do-do-do-do-do
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| Yea! |
| We weren’t supposed to be actors who read scripts
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| I came up as a gaffer, a key grip
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| But stayed on the Dean’s list
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| I know I wasn’t supposed to be shit
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| Anyway, your main squeeze is a hideous ghoul
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| Slumming it like inner city is cool
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| Southern belle, dumb as hell
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| But my mind is an infinity pool
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| You’re oligarchy, you sponsor parties
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| I’m on the marque in rare form
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| Every word I say gets an airhorn
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| Y’all just keeping my chair warm, talkin' bout…
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon, Bon Bon
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| It’s a motherfucking fire hazard
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| They be going crazy, for me
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| And this is what they sound like, here they go…
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| Bon Bon Bon
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| (It's on fire y’all, it’s on fire y’all)
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| Really real real, really real real, really real real, really real real,
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| real real real real
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire (Uh!)
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire (Uh!)
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire (Uh!)
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| Homie, you’re caught in a crossfire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon Fire, Bon Bon Fire
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| Bon Bon … |