| Yeah, I’m tryna shoot for the stars
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| And so I aim through the ceiling and get her
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| But sometimes it’s kinda like Jupiter and Mars
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| And all of the space, I can’t see you together
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| But I was never fond of the word «can't»
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| So I picked up my magic wand and I searched hard
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| After they knocked me a couple times and it hurt hard
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| I worked hard and I promised I’d be back, no matter the weather
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| Yeah I took every punch they swing my way
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| And now it’s time for me to punch back
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| Yeah, I just carried on and used my pain
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| And now it’s time to make a comeback
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| Now I’m ready for combat
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| The opposition don’t want that
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| Do not mistake this for practice
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| 'Cause punch bags don’t punch back
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| Yeah, I’m feelin' emotional, relate to the ocean
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| 'Cause even when tired, I gotta keep going
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| Like I’m tied to the coast, no coastin'
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| The season is open, for any opponents
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| Wanna pull in the docks, they gotta be doctors
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| I’m ready to own, 'em, keep goin'
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| I’m healin' from broken
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| Relationships stay anchored
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| They gonna be overboard
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| But all of that kept me angered
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| These feelings got me remembering the sinners
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| Tried to keep it concealed under these planks
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| Now we bankin' on energy that was banked up, remember me
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| When I was tryna get up my enemies
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| We lookin' down on 'em, drown 'em
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| Anybody that doubtin' me now ain’t surroundin' me, proud of me, now let it be
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| But I threw these punches
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| That lunged in and exposed them all
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| I get that even if I walk slow
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| Lookin' in the mirror like who’s world is this, it’s yours bro
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| Yeah I took every punch they swing my way
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| And now it’s time for me to punch back
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| Yeah, I just carried on and used my pain
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| And now it’s time to make a comeback
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| Now I’m ready for combat
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| The opposition don’t want that
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| Do not mistake this for practice
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| 'Cause punch bags don’t punch back
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| I’ve been gone, for a little but I came back strong
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| So onto the punch bag that they punch back
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| Now they’re switching up like my lunch bag
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| Would’ve dressed the figure
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| I’m a person, I’m a trendsetter, know me
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| Put the focus on the one that matters now
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| Now I’m climbin' ladders
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| Now I’m livin' better
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| When I pump the nigga
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| Then my hands will figure how to end this shit
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| Hittin' on me think I give a shit
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| Now they knowin' I’m the realest shit
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| Ten years mother fucker
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| I’ve been overworking
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| I’ve been over warming
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| I’ve been doing this that
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| Got the Bieber fever
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| All the nonbelievers
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| That believe in shit only God knows
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| Ain’t nobody bangin' the boys
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| Throwing bars out like I’m flying the toy
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| Punchin' pussy like I’m Roy Jones, Jon «Bones»
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| Six packs and stacks
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| And I’m only shouting facts
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| 'Cause punch bags don’t punch back
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| Yeah I took every punch they swing my way
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| And now it’s time for me to punch back
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| Yeah, I just carried on and used my pain
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| And now it’s time to make a comeback
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| Now I’m ready for combat
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| The opposition don’t want that
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| Do not mistake this for practice
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| 'Cause punch bags don’t punch back |