| I keep it rocking now knocking on heaven’s door
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| Looking for answers from a Femme fatale hardcore
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| What am I looking for?
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| I just don’t know
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| I orchestrate flows but not for dough
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| And really though
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| I got a triple seven area code
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| From the side of the road
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| About way past suppertime
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| Bust a rhyme on her
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| To alleviate the drama
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| But the more that I explore her
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| It’s double I feel ignore her
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| Ant on the hill, a worker bee to the queen
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| Of vocabulary arts burning hearts of human beings
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| True human becoming I’m running
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| But cunning the number one stunner
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| Persona is chaseable
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| Making one replaceable
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| And damn every time I think I want to face her
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| With some tickets to the ball standing in the elevator
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| On my way to her palace I get up to the seventh floor
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| Then jet to the fire exit door with faith no more
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| Mr. Telephone Man won’t you help me with my line
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| When I call the triple seven I get machine every time
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| And I wonder if it’s possible you’re playing with my mind
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| And I really want to know you won’t you please give me a sign
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| And whoa it’s a long way down
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| Said whoa it’s a long way down from the fall from grace
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| We went from pagers, beepers, phones, to creepers
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| Ringtones, text messages, not reaching
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| Speaking close all up in my receiver
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| Afraid to meet in person the dial tone deceiver
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| Pick up, hang up, break up, banger
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| Man I wanna press every button Atlanta
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| Area code South Beach number I forgot it
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| We cross bionic style exotic forget about it
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| Now here’s what I’m thinking
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| Is this ship sinking?
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| While we’re dancing and drinking
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| Could we be at the brink and?
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| Mr. Telephone Man I call you every night
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| You never answer my call I’m starting to get uptight
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| I guess I’ll keep rhyming designing and flipping the script
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| And dancing on my own time
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| In my own mind but wait
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| It seems this Mr. Telephone Man
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| Is a woman with a man in the palm of her hand damn
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| Mr. Telephone Man won’t you help me with my line
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| When I call the triple seven I get machine every time
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| And I wonder if it’s possible you’re playing with my mind
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| And I really want to know you won’t you please give me a sign
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| And whoa it’s a long way down
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| Said whoa it’s a long way down from the fall from grace
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| I said I really want to have a talk
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| Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off
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| I said I really want to have a talk
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| Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off
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| I said I really want to have a talk
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| Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off
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| I said I really want to have a talk
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| Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off |