| You might think you’ve peeked the scene
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| You haven’t, the real one’s far too mean
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| The watered down one, the one you know
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| Was made up centuries ago
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| It may just sound all whack and corny
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| Yes, it’s awful, blasted boring
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| Twisted fiction, sick addiction
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| Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen
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| Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
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| Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago
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| That’s me, the first year that I blow
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| How you say broke in Spanish? |
| Me no hablo
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| Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
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| Me found bravery in my bravado
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| DJs need to listen to the models
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| You ain’t got no fucking Yeezy in Serrato?
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| (You ain’t got no Yeezy, nigga?)
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| Stupid, but what the hell do I know?
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| I’m just a Chi-town nigga with a nice flow
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| And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo
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| So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow
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| Can we get much higher?
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Look like a fat booty Celine Dion
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| Sex is on fire, I’m the king of Leona Lewis
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| Beyond the truest
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| Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respond to students
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| And refresh the page and restart the memory?
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| Respark the soul and rebuild the energy?
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| We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies
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| Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over
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| But what’s worse, the pain or the hangover?
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| Fresh air rolling down the window
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| Too many Urkels on your team, that’s why you’re Winslow
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| Don’t make me pull the toys out, huh
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| Don’t make me pull the toys
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| And fire up the engines
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| And then they make noise
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| Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh At the mall, there was a seance
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| Just kids, no parents
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| Then the sky filled with herons
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| I saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron
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| And the hell, it wouldn’t spare us And the fires did declare us But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress
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| And woke up back in Paris
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| Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? |
| So high
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |