| If I poured my heart out, would you leave it on the floor,
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| Or would you pick it up and place it in your chest for me?
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| Everyone wants to live forever, at least to be remembered forever.
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| We mere mortals are vain enough to want everyone to know our name,
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| to hear our songs, to be immortal.
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| I need, a penny for your thoughts and a nickel for your kiss,
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| Would you fight for me?
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| You already know what I’m about,
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| Would you pick up the pen and write for me,
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| Would you spray me, like a disease sneeze me,
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| Alright genetically freeze me, loving me is easy,
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| Would yah? |
| Could yah? |
| Keep me as a keepsake,
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| Hand me down, my sound, as freeloaders and cheap-skapes,
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| I think very deeply,
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| Believe me, Kali Baby, baby,
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| Rivals they repeat me,
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| Keep singing my name,
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| And spread me in the streets,
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| And graffiti me, reheat me,
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| Serve me up as if I was a leftover,
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| Stepped over me, repeatedly,
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| Tech blown up now you seeing me,
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| Pass me on like it’s your turn,
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| To hit me in the rotation,
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| Then I wanna blow up today,
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| Cus I’m gonna blow up the world today,
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| And look at what we facin',
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| Everyone should say the same shit, ape shit, lucky we tape it,
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| Download it, hold it, you love Strange Music never replace it,
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| If I poured my heart out would you leave it on the floor,
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| Or would you pick it up and place it in your chest for me? |
| (So I can be
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| immortal)
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| And when you play my song, would you just pass it along,
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| Continue to love me even when I’m gone? |
| (So I can be immortal)
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| We taking over, we taking off, like a helicopter,
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| We gettin' hella props from a billboard placement,
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| Hollywood niggas don’t know what to do with us,
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| They changing us to ruin us and my life’s wasted,
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| If you see the path I’m on, then pass me along, I have (gone),
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| Just for a season I’m leaving now how could you sleep wit 'em,
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| He’s destined to get you in the best thing since mescalin,
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| Success that’s a sin,
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| Well all the breathe in his chest has ended,
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| Then you know the best ascended, depended,
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| On nobody playin' with nobody,
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| Hes nobody? |
| Yea well alrighty,
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| At my solo shows, I’m throwin' Bolos,
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| And cholo hoes, letting 'em know how this mo’fo goes,
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| See I’m an entity, playing on my infantry, since my infancy,
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| And I’m coming to get that, coming to get what’s good for me,
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| Coming to shake your hand, and take your fans,
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| Doing it with no advance, and still make grands,
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| If my remains are servin' out of peoples arenas,
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| And I was sellin' out, he’d find something to yell about,
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| Crazy’s that way, I’m thinking I might just go,
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| I seem to be having an identity crisis,
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| If I poured my heart out would you leave it on the floor,
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| Or would you pick it up and place it in your chest for me? |
| (So I can be
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| immortal)
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| And when you play my song, would you just pass it along,
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| Continue to love me even when I’m gone? |
| (So I can be immortal)
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| Immortal, I made it,
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| And everyone gets to hear my stories.
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| Kali, baby. |