| Who’s walking
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| dies
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| Is a bitch
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| And she’s yanking
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| Yanking at the chain
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| Just yanking at the chain
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| I’m on my you can
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| I’m on my sun chillin
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| light years out
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| Break me out your silence
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| She cut off the hand that touched that cube
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| But she never heard the scratch she
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| Bitch we
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| Bitch we global warming
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| Bitch we hack the planet
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| I flip no location
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| I’m off the clock
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| My rotation taking a new tune
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| You assume everything
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| Keep talkin, I’ll see you in a couple years
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| Still swingin with mad
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| Still like Steve Hawkin
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| Barking like
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| You don’t matter B, cause I don’t know ya culture
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| I’m a million light years ahead, I can’t falter
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| But maybe I can walk you to the edge of the bullshit
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| Your gravity can’t limit me in my orbit
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| You don’t understand me, then fuck you
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| You can get your arms and your legs ripped from your body
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| Then handed back to you like
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| Keep the change traitor
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| Keep the change hater
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, you can get it
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| Yeah, I spit it
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| Get the
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| Get the
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| Yeah, you can get it
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| Yeah, you can get it |