| I kinda feel like I deserve this
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| Butterflies all up in my stomach, like a first kiss
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| Just a word smith, using poetry and more but,
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| Distracted by these girls who want their juicy couture
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| Yeah, this life is all about material things
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| I got kids tricks, bitch I’m the cereal king
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| And everything better if you relax and and chill
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| So my seat back for weed naps, we need that, for real
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| I took my heart and put it all out on a CD
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| You now riockin with the bees knees, I’m the cats pajamas, the coolest of the
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| cool
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| The kid that got em' gas tappin usin' up they fuel
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| when they first heard em spit they didnt think it would be shit
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| m-o-s-t to the d-o-p-e kids
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| C u f’in h’s now you hanging with a g bitch but they say you need jesus
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| All my peoples
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| All of my peoples
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| Everything is a-okay
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| We been waitin way too long
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| So tell the DJ he can play my song
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| Ay, yo I’m half man half amazin
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| Flyer than a penguin, you dryer than a raisin
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| Hot like causan, bringing all the girls to the days inn, ready for a little
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| love makin
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| Yeah, I want it now but they tell me have some patience
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| Feelin' on top of the world since graduation
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| Now I do music all day cause there ain’t no other option
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| Drivin' to Conneticut, then flyin' up to Boston
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| I put it on for my city, always showin' love
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| An overdose of drugs, how the people throwin' up?
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| They say waddup when I drop in
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| I’m just chillin back in my seat, Joe Swanson
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| Yeah I used to steal iPods and pawn them
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| Now I take my girl shoppin', no problem
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| Live it up every second, life don’t got a sequel
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| It’s all good, thumbs up to my people
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| All my peoples
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| All of my peoples
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| Everything is a-okay
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| We been waitin way too long
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| So tell the DJ he can play my song
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| Put It On. |