| Now, now Christopher
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| Don’t you go forcin' everyone to listen to your crazy music
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| She’s right son
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| Don’t you go forcin' everyone to listen to your crazy music
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| Ah, come on
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| Now now now
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| Listen to your mother (father)
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| Ah, galy G guys, I just wanna sing
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| Feelin' like I want someone to tangle with me
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| The whole wide world don’t know me
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| So my whole label lookin' at me
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| Know that I’m genius
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| People lend me a ear I said that I’m genius
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| Just so I made it clear
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| Came boxin' me, unboxable
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| Top the untoppable
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| Impossible, from more popular we be way more profitable
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| B.E.A.T. |
| obstacles, see me, pay me, gotta get the dough
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| And I wait to the left, I’ve never been a didle
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| So I don’t get the riddles, there better be a big ol'
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| Check, cause I ain’t reached my pinicle yet
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| And if they too sentimental to jet cause everything up on dinner was
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| disrespectful
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| So check for me, I’m the one with the crazy hair
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| Dancin' by myself, you don’t understand me then read me there
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| They don’t understand my music and no-one else is dancin' to it
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| I’m dancin' with my se-elf
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| Dancin' with my se-elf
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| I’m a little hard to swallow cause what they do I do not follow
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| I’m dancin' with my se-elf
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| Dancin' with my se-elf
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| How you make it when you’r fat black and you rap wack to the naked ear
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| 11 years, and I never even should’ve been in here
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| When you’re a freak of nature they hate ya
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| Stacks of paper can save you
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| And take the chance that they gave you
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| These ranger labels will slave you
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| But try the Nina, saw my chance to stack that green up
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| Tac city first then Kali’s 'bout to clean up
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| You are something else
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| A record deal, it was summer y’all and sit on the shelf
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| And was sippin' something soapy next to a sexual dismal well
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| But only a handful of you follow me and I gotta be godily
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| And I would revive a beat cause of a lot of them actors in poverty
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| And I’m left of self, I’m out to lunch, I’m out to dinner
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| I’m the best the world has ever had
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| If you don’t get me, too bad
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| They don’t understand my music and no-one else is dancin' to it
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| I’m dancin' with my se-elf
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| Dancin' with my se-elf
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| I’m a little hard to swallow cause what they do I do not follow
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| I’m dancin' with my se-elf
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| Dancin' with my se-elf
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| Oh my God (yes)
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| Oh my goodness
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| This business is over calculus
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| The whole industry watchin' us
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| We don’t forget and if you listen close and dose it in
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| Cause we supposed to be the poster boys
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| I told 'em to tell 'em, you’re in this economy
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| I don’t wanna defuse this for coopin' if you’re snoopin' through the sound scan
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| Think I’m floppin' stupid, you sound man
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| But I march to the beat, I’m like
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| I can only make it so dumb so I’m dancin' by my lonesome
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| They don’t understand my music and no-one else is dancin' to it
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| I’m dancin' with my se-elf
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| Dancin' with my se-elf
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| I’m a little hard to swallow cause what they do I do not follow
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| I’m dancin' with my se-elf
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| Dancin' with my se-elf
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| Dar it son, enough with this dancin' with yourself stuff
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| You go straight to bed with no supper
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| Momm?!
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| You heard him
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| Straight to bed with no supper
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| That’s alright, I don’t wanna sing anyway |