| I’m not a Turtle, I’m a turbo
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| Haters pray to god that I turn slow
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| Like I’m sipping on purple
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| But I ain’t on your glow
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| I’m in a whole 'nother circle
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| Trying to keep it clean like church clothes
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| Said that respect was something had to work for
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| But that ain’t gonna work though
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| Get your respect, but lose all my worth, no
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| You can dead that, get a hearse, go
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| Don’t need 48 you’ll find a killer in the first floor
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| It was me boy, to commercials
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| Feeling out of place like PETA at a fur store
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| So I left with a couple dozen fur coats
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| Said I could never break away from your hold
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| Watch me, turn though
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| Said that I blew it like Turquoise
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| Just mad hear it all in your word choice
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| Know it hurts but I really don’t care though
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| Let me rub it in, get it all up in that ho
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| I can see the morning creeping up on us
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| It’s like the world’s in my hands now
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| I’m feeling so rebellious from all of the envy crowding around me
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| I don’t wanna care right now
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| I don’t wanna care right now
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| No I really don’t, really don’t, wanna care right now
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| Oh-oh Go-Go-God over everything-thing
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| You fly but stars over everything-thing
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| And I’m one of them, yeah one of th-the-them
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| Oh I’m not o-o-one? |
| Well I’m a hundred th-the-then
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| I’m a hundred mother loving stars
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| You’re no lights, you’re an undercover car
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| I’m an ambulance, and a fire truck, and some strobe lights, tied up!
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| Shining all in your eyes, all out of yours and all into mine
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| Lights and stars is all intertwined
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| And I’m feeling like Malcolm looking all out the blinds
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| Any means any means, and you can do anything anything
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| And the flow tight, skinny jeans skinny jeans
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| Hit you like Pacquiao, Philippines Philippines
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| I can see the morning creeping up on us
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| It’s like the world’s in my hands now
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| I’m feeling so rebellious from all of the envy crowding around me
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| I don’t wanna care right now
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| I don’t wanna care right now
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| No I really don’t, really don’t, wanna care right now
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| Ya’ll know what I’m a let on
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| I’m Lupe, yes sir, who they
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| They yester, and I’m today, and tomorrow, hooray
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| Can I get a hip-hip for the new K-I-N-G, nigga I-AM-HE
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| Got the game in the clutch like Iron Sheik
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| You ball little boy, But I N-B-A
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| With a hand for the world, you a boy band with a dance and a twirl
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| I’m a rockstar with a band so thorough
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| Big ass tour bus that’s jammed full of girls
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| T-t-tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof
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| T-t-tell em what it do, I don’t care about your curfew
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| I’ll tell you when I’m through boy
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| I can see the morning creeping up on us
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| It’s like the world’s in my hands now
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| I’m feeling so rebellious from all of the envy crowding around me
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| I don’t wanna care right now
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| I don’t wanna care right now
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| No I really don’t, really don’t, wanna care right now
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| Tell em what it do, yell it from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy
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| Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy
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| Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy
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| Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy
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| I don’t wanna, I-I don’t wanna, I-I-I don’t wanna
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| C-c-c-care right, c-c-care right now
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| I don’t wanna, I-I don’t wanna, I-I-I don’t wanna
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| C-c-c-care right, c-c-care right now |