| I’m in it for the art, you’re in it for the pussy
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| I’m serving real heart so you can eat my sushi
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| Bend over, boy, smack, smack, tushy
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| I got a little something for you
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| It’s all about your name, all about your ego
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| You’re all over the place, watching, watching me go
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| See I’m the real thing, baby, you’re placebo
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| Take this pill and swallow it whole
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| When I do a good job, then you did it
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| And when I do a bad job, you’re all hands off
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| Boy, you do a good job taking credit
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| But I’m done being that girl who carries dead weight men
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| Come, baby, cooler
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| Come along, come, baby, cooler
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| Jump into my van, let me show ya
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| I’ve been pounding nails into my baseball bat
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| Come, baby soldier
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| You’ve been dead weight on my shoulders
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| Heavy, heavy weight on my shoulders
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| So I dug a six feet deep for ya, just for ya
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| They’re all A&Rs, everyone’s a critic
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| But you’re much more, yeah, you’re parasitic
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| Breaking me down, watch you going at it
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| See you’re a one note, babe, I’m polyphonic
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| You busy talking smack and it’s so ironic
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| It’s making me a bad bitch, real demonic
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| When I do a good job, then you did it
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| And when I do a bad job, you’re all hands off
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| Boy, you do a good job taking credit
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| But I’m done being that girl who carries dead weight men
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| Come, baby, cooler
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| Come along, come, baby, cooler
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| Jump into my van, let me show ya
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| I’ve been pounding nails into my baseball bat
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| Come, baby soldier
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| You’ve been dead weight on my shoulders
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| Heavy, heavy weight on my shoulders
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| So I dug a six feet deep for ya, just for ya
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| Look at you lying there
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| With your ego bleeding out
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| My words, they hurt
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| They’re meant to, I loved you
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| I’ve been pounding nails into my baseball bat (Feet deep for ya)
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| I’ve been pounding nails into my baseball bat (Feet deep for ya)
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| I’ve been pounding nails into my baseball bat (Feet deep for ya)
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| I’ve been pounding nails into my baseball bat (Feet deep for ya, just for ya) |