| Ha Ha
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| You’re wasting your talent, Randy
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| It’s like I’m paranoid lookin' over my back
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| It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
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| It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
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| It’s like the face inside is right
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| Why does it feel like night today?
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| Something inside’s not right today.
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| Why am I so uptight today?
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| Paranoia’s all I got left
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| I don’t know what stressed me first
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| Or how the pressure was fed
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| But I know just what it feels like
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| To have a voice in the back of my head
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| Like a face that I hold inside
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| A face that awakes when I close my eyes
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| A face watches every time I lie
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| A face that laughs every time I fall
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| And watches everything
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| So I know that when it’s time to sink or swim
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| That the face inside is hearing me
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| Right beneath my skin
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| It’s like I’m paranoid lookin' over my back
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| It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
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| It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
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| It’s like the face inside is right
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| You know I — thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
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| Cause I don’t fuckin need em
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| Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
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| But I don’t fuckin feed em
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| First time they fuss I’m breezin
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| Talkin bout, «What's the reasons?»
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| I’m a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
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| Better trust than believe em
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| In the cut where I keep em
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| til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
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| Then it’s, beep beep and I’m pickin em up
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| Let em play with the dick in the truck
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| Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
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| Divorce him and split his bucks
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| Just because you got good head, I’ma break bread
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| so you can be livin it up? |
| Shit I.
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| parts with nothin, y’all be frontin
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| Me give my heart to a woman?
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| Not for nothin, never happen
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| I’ll be forever mackin
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| Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
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| I got no patience
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| And I hate waitin.
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| Hoe get yo' ass in
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| And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE. |
| check em out now
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| RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
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| And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE. |
| check em out now
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| RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
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| We doin. |
| big pimpin, we spendin G’s
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| Check em out now
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| Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
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| We doin. |
| big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
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| It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
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| Yo yo yo. |
| big pimpin, spendin G’s
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| We doin — big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
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| We doin. |
| big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
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| It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B (b…) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Pimpin' / Papercut, artist - Jay-Z. Album song Collision Course, in the genre Ню-метал