| Ever since I was a little predator
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| Mom’s like, don’t get ahead of her
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| I was on the hunt for something better than the regular
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| And I knew there was candy at the register
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| So not about to settle for the vegetables
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| Full grown, still got a sweet tooth
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| Still tryna climb all the walls I can see, you
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| Take your influences wichoo
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| Everywhere you go
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| Mine were Carmen Sandiego
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| Lauryn Hill and Terry Gross
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| But I’ve been playing hard to keep:
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| Kiss and teleport
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| Dark roots where the bleach won’t reach
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| Man, that’s gotta be a metaphor
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| But I’m still tryna storyboard it
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| Call me back if it’s important
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| If you’re looking for me
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| On this Tinder shit about partners in crime
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| Seems like Bonnie’s working little harder than Clyde
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| When it comes to the heist, doesn’t feel like a partnership
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| Cuz my accomplice is completely incompetent
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| I don’t need a drink menu. |
| I’ll take a white wine. |
| Through a Twizzler. |
| Great.
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| Thanks, man
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| Two bars walk into a joke
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| First is a gold bar, other is soap
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| Yo, lemme get the punchline I’m worth most
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| Gold says with a glass too full to toast
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| But Soap makes her voice go real low
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| Leans close
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| Rarely one to go boast
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| But when the banks hit the button, the credit goes down to nothing
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| And the flood waters come in, then let’s see who floats
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| Watch for unintended consequences—those you don’t see
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| The initials of your girlfriend could kill the fucking oak tree
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| Nothing in my pocket but the body heat
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| Travel light, and mind your manners, man
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| That’s my foreign policy
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| I’m that Netflix chick
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| See the pieces on the ceiling—
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| The strategy above me
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| All the moves when I’m competing:
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| I’ll arrive by lightning bolt
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| Leave by cannonball
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| The china’s fine, man
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| The bull’s mechanical
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| Before we continue this conversation, I just have to make sure you’re not a
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| robot. |
| Here, which one of these pictures have buses? |
| Robots will never be able
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| to figure out buses
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| A base hit is the son of a pitch
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| A tanning bed is the sun of the rich
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| Son, keep your knuckles up, front of the fists
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| Don’t go broke, looking for something to fix |