| (Ha-ah-ah!)
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| Max torn elbows (Uh-huh)
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| None of my guys here ever painted their nails (Hey!)
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| I notice a multi-colored curl
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| I understand that the boy grew up on Bikini Bottom
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| What do your guys say about us?
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| Until we hear them? |
| And when they meet, they call me brother
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| All these people I call marriage
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| Put everyone in cancer, put everyone in front of the fact (Stop!)
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| Nearly drowned in alcohol
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| Weekdays with a fumes - were like on repeat
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| We wildly died and stupidly soaked the bark
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| We can steer in both the new and the old school
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| But I'm past the windmills
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| Taxiing there, taxiing here, taxiing there
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| And I'm past the windmills
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| Taxiing there, taxiing here, taxiing there
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| But I'm past the windmills
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| Taxiing there, taxiing here, taxiing there
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| And I'm past the windmills
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| Taxiing there, taxiing here, taxiing there
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| (I'm taxiing out)
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| Close by, said goodbye in English
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| Slippers shine like discs
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| The film is not Hollywood, the dance is not Indian
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| I go around and taxi out the risks
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| Hello, Vasya, swollen gangsta
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| I confuse your gram, a heel of salt and bliss
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| Brother lackeys, I can open an agency
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| Your movers have become mainstream for a long time
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| (Pa, pa, pa, woo!)
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| But I'm past the windmills
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| Taxiing there, taxiing here, taxiing there
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| And I'm past the windmills
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| Taxiing there, taxiing here, taxiing there
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| But I'm past the windmills
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| Taxiing there, taxiing here, taxiing there
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| And I'm past the windmills
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| Taxiing there, taxiing here, taxiing there
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| (I'm taxiing out)
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| (Woah!)
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| Past the swingers, past the swingers (Woah!)
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| Move plans like Tretyakov (Woah)
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| I dance on your bones crip walk
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| Caps, caps, caps, on the meat behind the facewall
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| Yeah it's a game and the victim is a gangbang
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| Moved carefully, as if in the middle of hyenas
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| Yes, we'll pick up ours right the same day
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| Straight to the day
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| (Ha-ha-ha-ha) |