| Yai, yay, ai, I-I-yay
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| Sayonara boy
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| Sayonara boy
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| Sayonara boy
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| Sayonara boy
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| Initiative f*ck the initiator
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| And everyone knows about it
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| That is why nowadays
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| Buy it expensive
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| All the secret becomes clear
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| Sooner or later everyone will have to hoard
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| And stay after you
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| Half-finished Americano with cigarette butts in an ashtray
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| I remember what my teacher told me
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| That nothing will come of me
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| Those who studied well
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| They're fucking still learning
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| Fives in my bag
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| Although I studied for triples
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| Was not the most beautiful child
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| And now it's like nothing
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| Anyway, that's what they say
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| And they talk shit about me (oh)
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| Most -
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| Brazenly invent and pi * dyat
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| But somehow I'm not sad
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| Everything in life is relative
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| There is no good, there is no bad, everything is approximate
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| My face is on a can of cola
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| Doesn't mean I'll love her all my life
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| What I want to think, what I want to say
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| Grow if you're not stupid
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| I'm just a living example
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| That you can achieve something
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| Who has what hurts -
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| The one about that and pi * dit
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| High intentions with arrogance
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| Don't be confused, I'm not a stage
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| It's all for the * ball (yay)
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| Everything for * balls me (yay)
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| Even in the mirror own e*alo
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| And then for * balo (everything for * balo)
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| It's all for the * ball (yay)
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| Everything for * balls me (yay)
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| Even in the mirror own e*alo
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| And then for * balo (everything for * balo) |