| I’ll always be a hot boy
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| I told you, don’t stop, boy
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| And she knows I’m the one
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| She knows they’re my sons
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| Leather jacket, I’m a rock boy
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| An angel that’s fallin'
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| And yo, this is my callin'
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| All the kids on the block
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| G’head shoot ya shot
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| But I’ll always be a hot boy
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| They be pushin' a stroller
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| I be pushin' the quota, Yoda
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| All you rappers are now voters
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| Earth on my shoulders
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| Gotta keep it poppin' like sodas
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| What is the motive
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| Throw up the finger and get in the Lotus
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| Position and I’m pressing my inhibitions like buttons
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| Ain’t nothin' can phase my metaphysical vision
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| I’m RA cause the world is so savage
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| And I’m way above average
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| And these mediocre rappers are taking advantage
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| Don’t even talk about marriage
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| Unless it’s me and the mic
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| I do the damage control
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| And then I do what I like
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| Yaw triggers rollin ya Rollies
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| While I’m Rollin the dice
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| You drink the juice of ya cronies
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| I’m drinking Crown Royal ice
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| Aye… Pass me the puck
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| I don’t give a buck… shot
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| It’s King Tut arising
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| With the hypnotizing raps
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| Get out the trap Trigga
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| I’ll always be a hot boy
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| I told you, don’t stop, boy
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| And she knows I’m the one
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| Cause I rise like the sun
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| Jean jacket, I’m a rock boy
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| An angel that’s fallin'
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| And yo, this is my callin'
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| All the kids on the block
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| G’head shoot ya shot
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| But I’ll always be a…
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| I already mentioned
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| You don’t need to my intentions
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| Phone off don’t send a message
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| And I even need to keep myself guessin', yeah
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| Takin' off yo we ascending
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| Watchin' fires burn I hope it’s not the ending
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| Don’t get the stupid shit people perceive as precious
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| Can’t even lie I got a lot to choose
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| All in a trance we missing all the cues
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| But we gotta push through
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| We gotta break the rules
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| Like fuck it from now on we’re only taking W’s
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| I’ll always be a hot boy
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| I told you, don’t stop
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| Jean jacket, I’m a rock boy
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| I told you, don’t, don’t stop, yeah
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| I’ll always be a hot boy
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| I told you, don’t stop, boy
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| And she knows I’m the one
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| She knows their my sons
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| Leather jacket, I’m a rock boy
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| An angel that’s Fallin
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| And yo, this is my callin
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| All the kids on the block
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| G’head shoot ya shot
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| But I’ll always be a hot boy
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| Listening up
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| Glistening up
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| Visiting everyone I christening from above
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| I’m so in love
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| I met her back 2007
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| She asked me my name
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| I told her I don’t know
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| But call me Kevin
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| Now back to the radical, lyrical, magical
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| Musical, mystical
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| Sorry I was on sabbatical
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| But I’m back with a backpack
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| Loaded with stacks of rap on paper
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| I see them preparing to catch the vapor
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| The human nature
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| Does not like it when we’re in KAGES
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| In so contagious
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| I be writin' them Ellen Pages
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| So many stages
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| Got these rappers in Middle Ages
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| And all the 'majors'
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| Be neurotic like Larry David
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| I hit the pavement
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| Intellectual entertainment
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| So where’s my payment
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| I’m the voice of your generation
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| This innovation
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| Just keeps takin' me to the top
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| Kevin breezy with the bop
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| And I’ll always be the hot
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| Hot boy
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| Hot boy
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| Hot boy
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| Hot boy |