| I scared myself, cause i wanna kill the man.
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| Kill the man who got the gold.
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| And the strings to my arms and legs
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| I ain’t no puppet, I ain’t no puppet.
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| But we all gold diggers and everyone loose the gold we love
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| This ain’t the time to give a show
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| This is the time to let it go
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| This ain’t the way to make it right
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| This ain’t the time to pick a fight
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| This puppeteer moves the house, i live in.
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| Recreate the delusion of life
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| (cause we got the gold) so forgiveble
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| Just role ahead, baby. |
| just role ahead, baby.
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| Cause it’s all ain’t worth quited.
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| When you loose the gold you love.
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| This ain’t the time to give a show
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| This is the time to let it go
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| This ain’t the way to make it right
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| So let it fly, let it fly.
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| This ain’t the time to give a show
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| This is the time to let it go
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| This ain’t the way to make it right
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| This ain’t the time to pick a fight
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| This ain’t the time to give a show
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| This is the time to let it go
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| This ain’t the way to make it right
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| I made up a call, but i needed a fight (4x) |