| Earth to your brain
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo
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| Yo, yo, Houston I think we have a problem
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| Yo, yo, I think we have a problem
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| Yo, yo, we have a problem
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| Yo, yo
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| Days, you know those days
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| When everyone seems to aggravate you
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| Unfazed, fucked up ways
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| Don’t try to ignore, you know that it’s true
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| See you say to yourself that you really don’t wanna deal
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| And this day to day action on Earth just don’t appeal
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| You know how hard you try
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| You’ve been known to take so much
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| They shoot at you cause you’re fine
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| Bite the bullet I know that it sucks
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| If security’s thin then faith will pull you through
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| If you still angry follow me
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| And do what I do
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| — Do you hear what I’m talking 'bout?
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| Do you hear we can conquer the world?
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| Got this whole world running from
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| This love between a boy and a girl
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| They’re afraid of this chemistry
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| Plus the speed of light of laser guns
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| They go
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| To the light in every one
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| There you want some friends
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| Seems like everybody has friends
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| Depends on what you call friends
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| You don’t really care you just want one
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| It’s a person full of feelings but nobody’s there
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| But you have to ask yourself if they were
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| Would they really care?
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| They do bullshit some times
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| They do the things that you’ve done
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| They’re people just like you
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| But tell me do you really want one
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| 98 percent of faith won’t follow through
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| Don’t you know real magic comes from the other two?
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| It was last week we were watching TV
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| My boyfriend wanted to watch channel three
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| Then he started to freak
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| The news flash came on then
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| So I said hey, my popcorn’s burning
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| Hey, why is the channel turning?
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| Hey, that was NASA what did they want
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| Hey, yo just pass the blunt
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| I was so high that I didn’t realize what they said
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| Plus my eye vision fried
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| If it’s not then it’s messing with my head
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| Hey, you can’t be serious
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| Hey, but I need my contacts
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| Hey, float and spin
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| Hey, so I turned and I said, shit
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| — Do you hear what they talking 'bout?
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| About to send your black ass to Mars
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| That’s exactly what I’m talkin' bout
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| Money, science, space, and mars
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| Till someday you got that million
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| Just because you’ve been hanging with stars
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| Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
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| And send your black ass to Mars
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| Yo, yo, yoooo
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| Yo, nigga-nigga, yo
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| Yoooo
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| Yo, Star Track, yo, yoooo (ha-ha)
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| Yo, Kelis, yo, Neptunes, yoooo
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| Earth to your brain, yoooo
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| UFO, who knows?
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| Earth to your brain
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| What is it already closed?
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| You’re fucked |