| I used to be trapped in the elevator
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| Waiting for fate to favour me
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| Then I realised that in real life
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| Nothing would be handed on a plate to me
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| Before I deserved dessert
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| I’d have to taste the savoury
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| Each and every flavour
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| Even when it’d make me heave
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| Remember to say your Ps and Qs
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| Please may I leave the table reasonably soon?
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| I’d stay for tea
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| But I’ve got faces to see, places to be
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| Basically I’m dedicated to chasing the dream
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| I’ve been making believe for so long
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| I was unable to see me go wrong
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| Step up
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| Step back
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| Step off
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| Step to it
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| I used to be trapped in the elevator
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| Doors slammed together in my face
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| But I grabbed them and seperated them
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| 'til my hands had gone red and aching
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| Then I made plans to elevate manually
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| Hand me a pen and paper
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| Now allow me to demonstrate
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| That even my acapella could make
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| The whole track collapse like there was a quake
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| I’m faster than any race car
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| They tagged me the devastor
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| It’s a fact that I’ll never give way
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| Til I’m dead or at number ten
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| Replacing David Cameron, Clegg
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| And named the greatest rapper to ever pave the way
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| Cos I made this staircase
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| Step 1:
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| Learn your lessons and take criticism
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| It’ll enable you to make it bigger
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| Step 2:
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| Keep it real, stay true to you
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| You don’t need to be anyone else
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| Because you are you
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| Step 3:
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| Enjoy every syllable you deliver
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| Whether it’s ignorant or lyrical
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| Whether it’s simplistic or difficult
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| Step 4:
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| Always remember that everything you do is yours
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| And that should be the reason you do music for |