| Take your fronts out
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| If you’re talking to me
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| No VIP says VIP
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| I’ve known powerful women
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| And beautiful men
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| And none of em calling for bottle service settle down and settle in
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| Mind your manners make a friend
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| Motherfucker
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| Where you been? |
| How you living? |
| Have a drink
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| It’s cash only
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| But the staff knows me
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| Tell em it’s the girl in the back
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| Tab’s open
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| When in Rome
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| You live by Roman code
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| It used to be
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| If don’t like it, you could leave
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| But then the walls came down
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| And so it’s all Rome now
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| You want a standing desk
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| You get floating grave
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| They say pound of flesh
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| Ah, but then it’s metric, wait
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| Hold up
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| Tryna get the glow up
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| Hope the bitcoin flip before the code rusts
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| Middle class: the poor man’s poor man
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| Disappoint the kids, bringing home the store brand
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| Whole life with a stone against your shoulder
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| Tryna flip the symbol over
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| Get it equal to or more than
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| Chekhov says you got a gun, you gotta use it
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| Guess they’re reading Chekhov downtown, in their cruisers
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| Bang — catch the case we all lose
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| Make Dixie look like Khartoum
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| That Lady Justice ain’t blind yet
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| Lens cap on the body cam — missed again, damn
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| Make you wait
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| While they run your name and
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| St. Peter at the gate
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| Says, tuck your chain in
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| When in Rome
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| You live by Roman code
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| It used to be
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| If don’t like it, you could leave
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| But then the walls came down
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| And so it’s all Rome now
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| It was the golden age before the firewall blew
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| Pictures pretty and the products all new
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| But then the data got bigger than the beta test who
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| 'Da thought, after all, looks like the wire wore you
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| And I think beauty fucks us up
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| It’s like sugar—in the natural world, we’d never get this much
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| So the appetite is bottomless
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| Call Maybelline Anonymous
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| Make narcissists of all of us
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| We never get enough
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| It’s two-bit feminism
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| Only says you’re better than
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| Some other bitch
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| That’s digging the same ditch
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| One of us winning don’t fix the damn system
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| Toes out, girls, back to second position
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| The natural order is value neutral
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| Culture institutes a few virtues
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| Capital comes and brings moral confusion
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| But do anything long enough
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| And the body gets used to it
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| When in Rome
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| You live by Roman code
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| It used to be
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| If don’t like it, you could leave
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| But then the walls came down
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| And so it’s all Rome now
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| When in Rome
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| You live by Roman code (Here in Rome)
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| It used to be
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| If don’t like it, you could leave
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| But then the walls came down
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| And so it’s all Rome now
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| When in Rome
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| (Here in Rome) |