| "Money in the bag" - so every day
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| Under the house wolf or Uber Black
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| Wolf pig like Biggie Bank
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| Rich money like Peter Pan
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| My home is like a wild jungle (Hey!)
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| Powder will float down the river
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| A tribe that is older than that river
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| From the blood of those people who blamed them
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| Underfoot the crunch of the past, forever aching, generations
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| About how the hyenas overthrew the lion - their king - and their life was no longer the same
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| My home is like a wild jungle (Hey!)
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| Weave your hands into the loop (Hey!)
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| Icons do not cry - they sob -
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| Icons yearn for their native land
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| Oh mother, forgive us
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| After all, we are still children
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| And we dance by the fire
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| From a wild man
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| Let's go, let's go
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| Come with me, I beg you
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| Let's go, let's go
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| Let's go, I beg you
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| My city is like a jungle!
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| My city is like a jungle!
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| And I flew into him like a bullet
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| Ran into him like a bullet
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| And I shout to them "Hallelujah"
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| After all, my people are with me
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| After all, my city is like a jungle!
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| Jungle! |
| Jungle! |
| Jungle!
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| My city is like a jungle
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| And I flew into him like a bullet
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| And I shout to them "Hallelujah"
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| After all, my people are with me
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| After all, my city is like a jungle
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| You, bitch, you saw
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| You saw yourself
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| You yourself saw everything, bro
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| Bitch set me on fire like a torch
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| And I'm smoking a ceiling somewhere from above
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| Chains pull us down
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| But somewhere above her head a cold bottom is burning
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| I will press her against the wall, and as if a hellish demon
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| Pulled the condom, she asks without
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| Your ex is our toastmaster
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| And we share the whole world, as if with MDMA
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| And dancing by the fire, we
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| And we're dancing by the fire, like, uu-uu-ah
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| Why do you need a number if asked
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| Why die, because from now on there are two of us?
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| Reload and deflate the entire clip
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| Fuck love, it hurts
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| Every single day is dancing by the fire
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| Every single day is a search for yourself
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| And it's hellishly hot, glaciers don't melt at night
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| And no matter what you do, this jungle does not fade (a) |