| Boy, oh, boy I’m feeling high
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| It just happens to me at night
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| Are you ready for signs?
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| Tie my choke up on this punchline
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| Jumping with no parachute
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| Studly when I start to shoot
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| My load is pretty heavy,
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| but you swallow 'cause you think I’m cute
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| Two times might be one too much
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| I’m losing sight, I’m losing touch
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| of the reality I was facing when I was growing up.
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| If you front, you can go fuck yourself in the back
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| All those beats, all those rhymes just kept blowin' my stack
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| On the internet you can tick this, I got the good grades
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| Only four singles, our popularity don’t fade
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| Two times might be one too much
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| I’m losing sight, I’m losing touch
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| of the reality I was facing when I was growing up.
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| I put my name on the map
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| My pop, you’re calling me that
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| Your boyfriend’s harrassing me
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| and you should tell him to stop.
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| I’m off another level
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| I got upgraded, I dedicate this song to my fans on steroids
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| I am the short circuit of this electronic
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| I am the start-up chick and my voice bionic
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| I got a good team
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| I’m on your widescreen
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| I’m all about my green since I turned fourteen
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| Two times might be one too much
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| I’m losing sight, I’m losing touch
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| of the reality I was facing when I was growing up. |