| Get yourself lost in town
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| I’ma wig out, hell-bound
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| Juh-juh-jakes don’t lie
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| Can’t escape the camera eye
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| You’re messin' with the gun bang bang
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| Whatcha gonna give? |
| No thanks
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| Pick it all up, take guitars away
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| I don’t got time for the games y’all playin' now
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| Feel like I’m eight feet tall
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| Got the power of a wrecking ball, baby
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| Explode like a pelican fight
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| 'Til your life’s like give it up top
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| You’ll never take me down alive
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| Kill it
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| Or die
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| Kill it
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| Get your claws and dig low down
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| I’ll becoming back rebound
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| You’ve been working 9 to 9
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| I’ll be goin' all the time
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| Lay it out for y’alls to take
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| If you had what’s mine, you’d do it great
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| Too far gone 'til they run out and say
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| I got a little, but a little too late
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| Now I feel like I’m eight feet tall
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| Got the power of a wrecking ball
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| Explode like a pelican fight
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| 'Til your life’s like give it up top
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| You’ll never take me down alive
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| Kill it
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| Or die
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| Kill it
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| Baby, you come and get what you are, yeah, right now
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| Kill it
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| Or die
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| Kill it
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| Or die
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| Kill it
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| Or die
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| Kill it
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| Or die |