| Cheer
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| They been waiting for me
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| Hahahaha...
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| What the fuck? |
| (The fuck?)
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| Feel the morning on my face
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| Ain't a pill that I didn't take
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| Just a lifetime 'cause it's been a long day
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| 'Cause I'ma sleep when I R.I.P, bada-badum
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| Flashbacks, relapses
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| Camera flash, and don't forget your hashtag
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| Rucksack, white stacks
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| You're a dead man, you better rid of that gat
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| You gonna run game, it don't ever run you, uh
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| When they bitchin' on your name, you say "Fuck you too, too"
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| You say fuck a court case, give detective no clues, clues
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| 'Cause I'm Indiana J when I'm trippin' on the juice
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| Now let's get real quiet
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| Feel so, feel so stupid
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| Ooh...
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| Yeah-yeah, talk to me
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| 'Bout to make a big deal, uproar
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| And I'm in for the kill, La Roux
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| Bitches looking like a meal, contour
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| Percoceting till we can't feel no more
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| And I smoked something that gon' knock me out, out
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| Somehow this body just won't stay down, down
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| Now let's get real quiet
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| Feel the morning on my face
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| Ain't a pill that I didn't take (bada-badum)
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| Just a lifetime 'cause it's been a long day (bada-badum)
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| 'Cause I'ma sleep when I R.I.P, bada-badum |