| I’ve got style, I work harder than anyone
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| And I can do it while I’m having fun
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| Yeah I’mma get, I’mma get, I’mma get-get better
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| I want to be, I want to be somebody
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| I’m gonna be somebody
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| I’m gonna be somebody
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| Now, now, slow your roll
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| Keep your head low
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| Your life is a joke
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| Don’t make this awkward
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| Lay back in the fold
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| Can’t make it alone
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| You’re too fucking old
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| Don’t make this awkward
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| Now and then
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| I get a little bit full of myself and start dreaming, I can’t help it
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| But you’re a friend
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| You keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds
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| Show me how to doubt myself
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| And who knows where I’d be without you
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| Now, now, slow your roll
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| Keep your head low
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| Your life is a joke
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| Don’t make this awkward
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| (The belief is a burden and a crop)
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| Lay back in the fold
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| Can’t make it alone
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| You’re too fucking old
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| Don’t make this awkward
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| (Now the dream is only a memory)
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| Cry, mine is mine
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| I clamp my head in the crease of a familiar smell
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| I think the tree is a thief
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| I’m frying everything that incubates and ever was
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| Simmer fifteen rips before I croak and die
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| I flipped that maggot out
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| I sniffed that dragon’s brew
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| I say I’m feeling it when everyone is on my side
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| We think we’re relevant
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| Hey, we think we’re being admired
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| Now and then
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| I get a little bit full of myself and start dreaming, I can’t help it
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| It’s slipping into this
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| All of you, all the heads inside the hole of cause
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| We’re getting intimate, it’s a flu in a vein
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| How do we disconnect from the arm?
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| Am I a fool not to run?
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| You’re nicotine in my lungs
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| How can I trust anyone but you?
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| Now, now, slow your roll
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| Keep your head low
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| Your life is a joke
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| Don’t make this awkward
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| (The belief is a burden and a crop)
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| Lay back in the fold
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| Can’t make it alone
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| You’re too fucking old
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| Don’t make this awkward
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| (Now the dream is only a memory) |