| Click, clutchin'
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| Got it stock and push some buttons
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| Lift the lid up, lick a lighter
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| Then I’m off to duckin'
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| Quit touchin'
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| Don’t you know it’s rude to bust in?
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| Lookin' lavish, grab my luggage
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| Climb the ladder, touch the road
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| I catch the money, let it go
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| I feel it deep within my soul
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| I’m moving grounds with it
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| I’m breaking ceilings with it
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| I’m making feelings, feel it?
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| And they keep telling me to wait
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| I think I’ll go the other way, mmm
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| I know that all these people fake
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| I think they’re jealous of my face
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| I don’t intend to make mistakes
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| But life just happens, this is fate
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| I feel so blue when skies are grey
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| This April gloom is here to stay
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| Man, they keep tellin' me to wait
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| But April turn to May, I ain’t got time to waste
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| Pops almost 60, grey up on his face
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| Mom’s about to go and get that hip replaced
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| So I gotta go, so hard even when I feel all alone
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| You can’t catch me, you slow like Galapagos
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| I’m gone with the wind, man, I’m on the road
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| If you can’t reach me, it’s 'cause I got a show
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| Go the other way just like an audible
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| If you bringin' that negative energy, stuck in your misery
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| Act like you’re happy but you just pretend to be
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| Glass on half empty, ain’t got no empathy
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| Man, I’m goin' up in everythin' but history
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| In everythin' but history
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| And they keep telling me to wait
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| I think I’ll go the other way, mmm
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| I know that all these people fake
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| I think they’re jealous of my face
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| I don’t intend to make mistakes
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| But life just happens, this is fate
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| I feel so blue when skies are grey
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| This April gloom is here to stay
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| Stay, stay, oh
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| This April gloom is here to stay |