| Oh oh, they think I’ve got no reason
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| To give myself a right to share what I believe in
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| Oh oh, they say I’ve got an issue
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| Always on the edge 'cause I don’t trust people
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| But I don’t need your word on what I’m into
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| A free kick to my ego
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| Forbidden if I make it mainstream
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| And I don’t need to wake up to your whisper
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| Forget it with some liquor
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| Damned if I ever have dreams
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| But I’ve got that wildfire, hey
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| And I’ve got that wildfire
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| And I’ve got that wildfire, hey
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| Oh oh, they’re always on a mission
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| To keep me on the run, can’t share my own opinion
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| Oh oh, bad sense of intuition
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| That didn’t get me far but this time I chose to listen
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| 'Cause I don’t need your say on what I live for
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| This is what I live for
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| Baby don’t you know I roam free
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| So what if I don’t got a lavish image
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| And never finish college?
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| No riches ever phased me
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| But I’ve got that wildfire, hey
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| And I’ve got that wildfire
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| And I’ve got that wildfire, hey |