| Look at me
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| I’m doing things
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| I’m big time
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| I’m flat broke
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| Troubadour
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| My head hurts
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| Doing things
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| Doing things
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| Broke, Stressed, Hopeless, Fresh out the Ocean’s depths
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| Overslept, woke up in a cold sweat, soaking wet
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| Below the threshold, too breathed to get the full effects
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| And when the sun shines you can feel it in your solar plex-
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| (Is) it all a dream?
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| (yes)
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| Is it all in vain?
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| (no)
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| Pulling out a brainchild with forceps is painful
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| Think big, aim high, entertain angels
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| Stay gold and disdainful of the «same old»
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| «He's got a good song he’s got a certain style
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| Every goddess on the planet wants to have his child»
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| (Wow)
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| Thinking out loud, exhaling brown clouds
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| My guns go
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| Your guns go pow pow
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| They’re not figurative, I don’t throw stones
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| I aim high and shoot holes in the ozone
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| I got big plans, to do big things
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| To spit pristine sixteens and live dreams
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| Look at me
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| The pipe dream
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| I’m doing things
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| My music bangs
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| (Mmm… I’m Deca One, Yeah)
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| Look at me
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| I’m doing things
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| I’m big time
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| I’m flat broke
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| Troubadour
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| My head hurts
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| Doing things
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| Doing things
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| (Ahh)
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| These sneak thieves trying to snatch what I got
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| I took the product off the table and put it back in my sock
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| Take a page out my book, sign your name to the top
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| Take the hand you hold the mic with and place it on the chopping block
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| I’ll lop it off, watch it drop and leak fluid
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| Like your pop’s old Buick, Judas, first you gotta go through this
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| You gotta make sure your back’s strong
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| I did everything they glorify in rap songs
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| Made a fast buck, hubris, space drums
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| Gassed up by an opportunist with a snake’s tongue
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| Sounds dubious, catching blown kisses from a cutie’s lip
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| Acting out scenes from a movie script
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| I play a man that overslept, woke up in a cold sweat
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| Soaking wet and got dressed, grabbed his coat and left
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| By day he swallows pride and tries not to choke to death
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| By night he dreams little dreams of the Ocean’s depths
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| Look at me
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| I’m pressing buttons
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| I’m doing things
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| My music bangs
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| (Mmm… Huh? Yeah, Yeah)
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| Look at me
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| I’m doing things
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| I’m big time
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| I’m flat broke
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| Troubadour
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| My head hurts
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| Doing things
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| Doing things |