| I hit the boost pad like Mario Kart
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| Spit the truth on my left hand I handed a?
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| I play my part while I paint the bigger picture
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| While you were starting line I was sitting at the finish with the gold medal
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| So tell your boyfriend to settle down or say hello
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| Twist mellow the Novy God (?) text yellow
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| Stand tall amongst my peers each year and switch gears while I sip beers
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| I never planned to leave the amber leaf (?) blast the keef and kept shooting
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| like I’m Master Chief
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| I plan to see you in the evening — make a couple calls to your fam and say
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| you’re leaving — not breathing
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| I rhyme better in the cold weather
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| These people say that I’m a go getter, told my son to know better
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| Acquiring art like Charles Saatchi I make statements of Morriarchi |