| Yeah, is this all for me?
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| I want even more and you can not take from me, oh oh, yeah
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| That I do not take a no
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| But no one told me that in the end you are completely alone
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| This is the last time
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| I let myself be trampled over pushed to the next lap, oh, oh, yeah
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| Just remember until next time
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| I just honestly think I deserve better
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| Delivered, defined
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| Worth a mill; |
| combined
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| If I do as she pleases, it's going to be damn dark, yeah
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| She just wants to make kids like we were Larry Clark, yeah
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| Hi, see me rent a copter for the occasion
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| The club is forever, just look at the tattoo
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| My God, in the meantime, I care about the meaning
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| To some people who would rather be left in the parking ring, uh
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| I just never get to the point
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| No one wearing a neck to see the only chin
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| They want to feel the sweetness, not the aftertaste
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| They did not go up the mountain, just sled down the hill, eh
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| And watch Sophie Elise naked
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| Read homework, I learned mine
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| I'm not jumping on the bandwagon of your craziest hash
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| I'm about to get rich, you're just sleeping with your boyfriend, uh
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| Stop me, I think too much of myself
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| I expect the world to follow me, mmm
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| Stop me at the door, I have too much in me
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| It's not something you die of, but I think it's just fine
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| Yeah, is this all for me?
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| I want even more and you can not take from me, oh oh, yeah
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| That I do not take a no
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| But no one told me that in the end you are completely alone
|
| This is the last time
|
| I let myself be trampled over pushed to the next lap, oh, oh, yeah
|
| Just remember until next time
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| I just honestly think I deserve better
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| Be a man, line up, line up, line up
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| Do not run away every time there is an approach to a wedding
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| I spend every summer for a flirt, little Philip, ah
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| Heartless, ah, killah killah
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| You're not funny Raggen, what do you think of the day?
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| You are more Kasim Bæder than you are Tore Sagen
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| And is too old to check if there is blood on the sheets
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| Have barely the patch, took it last year, eh
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| Just ball all your life
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| Wallet open like a grand piano
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| Lags, lags, lags dice roll on blast
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| Every guest verse, mad fucking gassed
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| Fuck the press, they are food fucking wack
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| See the hill they made Jesse, see the hill they made Cast
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| She's mad because I do not have wide pants anymore
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| She's mad because I'm not a freelancer
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| She believes success is food random
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| Bitch, tears also flow in a mansion
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| If you are going there
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| Choose fluff over fame, do not stress anything
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| I can not believe I'm afraid to live with a white mob
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| And I did not tell Mom, but I say it here
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| Shoutout, blacks with white cape
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| Who does not dare to say to his mother, shit flute
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| Put me in chains and take away all my talents
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| Take me out of town
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| Cut me at the knees, laugh at me and take off all my clothes
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| What do you have left?
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| I know, but hello!
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| Is all this for me?
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| You can get everything back, that's not good for me, oh, oh, yeah
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| Because no one said to me
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| Nobody told me that in the end you are completely alone
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| I've not even a little
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| I do not know how it could have been once, oh, oh, yeah
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| This is not even mine
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| I need nothing, I just think I deserve joy |