| She keeps it on the top shelf
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| All of her makeup and disguises, what they’re seeing
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| Not too confident with herself
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| She can’t take it, always had a funny feeling
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| Nobody wants to fall apart, she tries to be somebody
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| They said she could never be
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| To find out what’s inside her heart
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| She’s still searching for identity
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| Yesterday’s come and gone
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| Your actions always follow you
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| Don’t matter what you’ve done
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| They see your colors shining true
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| They see your colors shining true
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| They see your colors shining true
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| There’s nothing on the top floor
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| Black car, yellow diamonds, triple beaming
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| Keeps the purple in the Swisher, Swisher
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| They say they love his brown eyes, they don’t mean it
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| Go rogue cause he thought it was cool
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| Yellow Tail, no? |
| for a party of two
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| They say he’s on them red pills and it’s probably true
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| But it’s fucked, all that green never got him as blue
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| Every single day you’ve got to find your way
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| The sun is setting but at least you stood your ground today
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| And when the pressure’s on, and all your friends are gone
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| Oh, look at you shine
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| Life moves quickly, sometimes you lose track
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| By the time you turn 50, you don’t wanna look back
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| Everybody get with me, Miami’s where I’m at
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| Let me see you throw your hands in the sky |