| I’ve completely lost my way
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| Let’s make it up as we go along and see what happens
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| Locked in a groove, under a spell
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| Counting up your mail, the deal is dealt
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| But they can’t tell, so do you (So do you)
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| 'Cause you is right (You is right)
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| Stop making it difficult for no reason
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| And just make it up on the spot (Spot)
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| Make it up on the spot
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| Make it up on the spot
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| There’s only one thing that I know
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| And that is make it up on the go (Spot)
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| Make it up on the spot
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| Make it up on the spot
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| There’s only one thing that I know
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| And that is make it up on the go, uh
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| But what about the time in life when booties droop
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| We probably gonna need a fool that’s future-proof
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| All my dudes, yeah, we form a supergroup
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| And y’all niggas just hula hoop, ooh
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| But what about the time in life when titties sag
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| We probably gonna give it up and wave the flag
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| Take my heart home in a paper bag and think about the days we had
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| One, two
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| Yo, we just make it up
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| Met this girl named Suzie Q
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| I said how do you do
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| I’m Driver, I’m cruising through
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| I’m difficult like a Rubik’s cube
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| Let’s find something new to do
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| Oh you gotta do with you
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| I react on a music queue
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| And turn blue as a tuba blew
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| But on that subsequent week
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| I peeped her subtle hint
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| On stage where I hustle rent
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| Reactions made her husband wince
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| We hopped off that bitch
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| And said nigga, I’ll bust your shit
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| Security adjusts his
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| He got booted and people rooted
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| I took Suzie on the couch
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| She apologized, said you’re cute
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| And that they were on the outs
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| Is that so, twist and grow
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| I said drinks are on the house
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| Ride on chorus to the light forest
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| Just spewed from them water spouts
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| I just make it up as I go along
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| Them new styles be standardized
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| Them new crews be on standby
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| My Manhattan pan-African Eurasians with them slanted eyes
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| Want me to expand the sky
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| So I put my hands up high
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| I impromptu that new
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| That can deny us
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| My writer looks like a botanist startup kit
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| I was caught up in that shit
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| But now I got my bars up, bitch
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| I was caught up in a twist
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| But now I got my bars up, bitch
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| Locked in a groove, under a spell
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| Counting up your mail, the deal is dealt
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| But they can’t tell, so do you (So do you)
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| 'Cause you is right (You is right)
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| Stop making it difficult for no reason
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| And just make it up on the spot (Spot)
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| Make it up on the spot
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| Make it up on the spot
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| There’s only one thing that I know
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| And that is make it up on the go (Spot)
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| Make it up on the spot
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| Make it up on the spot
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| There’s only one thing that I know
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| And that is make it up on the go, uh
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| But what about the time in life when booties droop
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| We probably gonna need a fool that’s future-proof
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| All my dudes, yeah, we form a supergroup
|
| And y’all niggas just hula hoop, ooh
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| But what about the time in life when titties sag
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| We probably gonna give it up and wave the flag
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| Take my heart home in a paper bag and think about the days we had
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| One, two
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| We been going free this whole time
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| Floating above everybody, looking down
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| From here to Baltimore
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| We crawling on all fours
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| And you always got to guard the room
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| Due to shit winning they opportune
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| Oxygen for the
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| See you gotta put the numbers up and really
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| Most coveted lovers be like leave it to me
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| So we put a different hue inside the color scheme
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| But now I gotta tell everybody in detail just what it means
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| They know a logical anomaly that’s ad hominem
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| Acts like a bodily function funeral gumption
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| Make it up as you go along
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| dry pavement, dealing with high pigment
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| And they put it in skyscrapers
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| And interpret it under the sign language
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| Telling me I constructed pyramids
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| When they think I fly aimless
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| So I got to peace out, 'cause you play the game on some hater shit
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| During that weight gain, turned my stage name to an algebraic glyph
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| Improvising in slow-mo, my every solo’s a calculated risk
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| Jazz militants take over on television you can smell the chicken on your laser
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| disk
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| 'cause your health’s in greater risk
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| So we putting on pointy shoes with razor tips, yeah
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| We have to turn this into what it’s supposed to be
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| We have to turn this into what it’s supposed to be
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| Jerry-rigged the shit, my nig
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| Let’s go
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| From here to Baltimore |