| (they call me mister tibbs)
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| when it was crumbs, scr-ps, pennies, pats, everything was fine
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| you treat me like a loaded gun when i ask for what is mine
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| always try to dim my light no matter how bright i shine
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| but i’ve got my standards that i’m never letting die
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| and i bleed ’cause of pride, you’re not bleedin’ me dry
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| cannot abide, i got my head on a swivel this time
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| why would i let you just twist it aside?
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| i catch a fever when they’re aiming at the way i live my life
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| these are my standards, i ain’t gon’ never, never let ’em die
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| i ain’t gon’ never, never let ’em die
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| i ain’t gon’ never, never let ’em die
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| these are my standards
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| when i called for help, you didn’t pick up your phone
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| you saw my kingly potential so you kept me from my throne
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| the truth is, i’m demonized for standing my own ground
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| so you push me to the deep end, hoping i drown
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| but i’ve got my-
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| i’ve got my bee-bm, bah-bm, bee-a-bm, bee-day
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| anybody hold you to it, i don’t need you
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| ah, di-ba-boo, ooh
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| i ain’t gon’ never, never let ’em die
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| i ain’t gon’ never, never let ’em die
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| i ain’t gon’ never, never let ’em die
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| these are my standards
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| ’cause i won’t let you treat me so unfair
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| don’t i deserve my god-given share?
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| whether i got a dollar or i’m a billionaire
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| these are my standards, i ain’t gon’ never, never let ’em die
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| because of pride, losing my spine
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| i got my head on a swivel this time
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| why would i let ya? |
| (why would i let ya?)
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| i catch a fever when they’re aiming at the way i live my life
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| these are my standards that i’m never letting die |