| I leaves em' crispy, it’s only fucking begun,
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| Picture me fallin' off, these other niggas like, huh?
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| Wait wha, what?
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| See I’ve heard it all before,
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| They know not of what’s in store,
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| This is a hit and I’ll make more,
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| They’ll come knockin' on my door,
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| Yo doggy-do, (do)
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| You talking shit, an all of that’s cool, (cool story bro)
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| But yo you can’t deny the simple fact that I rule, (I rule)
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| And that’s why I’m a star and you’re still stuck in school, (yeah)
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| Well I’m just sayin' ya know, it’s like yellow people they talk a lot,
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| (talk a lot)
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| Little dogs bark a lot, (they bark a lot)
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| Me? |
| I’m making hits from when it’s sun up 'till it’s dark a lot,
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| Now I’mma keep em rollin, shout out my nigga Granolla,
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| Now I’m just beatin up the beat until I leave the CD swollen.
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| Hey Kyle!
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| Hey, uh.
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| Hey um, I’ll be right back. |
| I’m gunna go and do this intro-thing,
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| about the album and the meanings to life and whatnot. |
| It’s a beautiful thing
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| when a loser gets to live his dreams, especially when you think there’s not
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| many of us video game dudes who end up like me. |
| And I mean it’s hard being a
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| teen and just thinking like, fuck I wanna sing. |
| But I guess it’s weird and I
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| should have something to fear? |
| Cause I was writing plays, instead of pounding
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| beers. |
| I told God tell me what you want me to be and I’ll be it.
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| There’s a light and I see it. |
| I swear it’s true there these tunes and awkward
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| dance moves, I can show it to you. |