| Sickly sweet man-child of misery
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| swimming seas, roaming to plan my divinity
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| damn fine dynasty snatch mics you little pea
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| brain suckers are nothing act like you’re missing me
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| still I’m seeking serotonin till she’s dead or moaning
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| blame the pheromones, let them go, necking potion
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| sent a deadly oath from here to the penny oaks
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| till my message grows it ain’t nothing but some Lennon folk
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| same old stereo, yoda and it’s ready go
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| wanna hang with cutie but she playing me like MMO
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| music what I let elope, rooftop, steady scope
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| listen to my neighbourhood in silence and my pen implodes
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| life copped the best of me, red her cheek from stubble then I
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| sent her home, guess she knows my chemistry is trouble
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| «Can you hear me now?» |
| I said it while they mumbled
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| now the energy is double, never meant to speak it subtle
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| You don’t really know me, know what?
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| How I ride in this street, road block
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| Peddle peddle I’m free, so not
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| Got the music pumping through my blood and it won’t stop
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| You don’t really know me, know what?
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| How I ride this street, road block
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| Peddle peddle I’m free, so not
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| This music pumping through my blood and it won’t stop
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| never feeling comfy, chaos in the jungle, Jumanji
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| swimming through the sewer for my lunch meat
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| then I’m feeling lovely, nothing feel above me
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| I can turn your autumn into summer in a heart beat
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| and straight back to winter, a wizard I’m «nasty»
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| kick it till I’m killed in my hometown, Gaddafi
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| till then the party’ll getting ladi dadi’d
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| face off, same spot, here till they bar me
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| messed it up, messed up, a mess up from Messina
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| my produce the fresh stuff, plucked from the しま
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| k’s that amigo, crazy like Cee Lo
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| and I ain’t what your hero would look like
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| my alter ego bathing in charm the good Samaritan type
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| single-minded civilian the track is my vice
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| got a match or light? |
| I got plans to ignite,
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| and burn this whole city down, that’s what its like
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| You don’t really know me, know what?
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| How I ride in this street, road block
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| Peddle peddle I’m free, so not
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| Got the music pumping through my blood and it won’t stop
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| You don’t really know me, know what?
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| How I ride this street, road block
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| Peddle peddle I’m free, so not
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| This music pumping through my blood and it won’t stop |