| Dope boy, I'm that type
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| Her eyes are my dope
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| Their color bazaar from the garbage heap
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| We are in black and this is my team
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| Pray 4 me, but not God sent
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| They are all past, because they are in the bushes
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| I forgave everyone and even you
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| I felt bad, zay, now I don't give a fuck, know
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| Tell me, how is it in person?
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| But I only care about cash in my pocket
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| And only one thing is needed from her
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| It's low like a pitched voice
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| Catching glances like Snitches
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| Pretty thin as a match
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| Don't steal my heart, caught red-handed
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| Your message is like a symbol under a piccha
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| Every one of my hooks by heart
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| I heard hate, but somewhere down there
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| Success is for us
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| When we're unlucky, we're lucky
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| Your whole gang is in the grave
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| Your mouse rides you in a Batmobile
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| But this is my movie
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| I filmed it again, but not in the film
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| Raised everything from scratch
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| Raised from scratch
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| Whispering in my ear: "hook me"
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| And my new tweet is the quote of the day
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| I can't see the sun anymore
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| Got captured and here as a hostage
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| Rushing to hell under a hundred in a Porsche
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| Race in width in the Masonic Lodge
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| Let me go into the night, you know
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| That you cannot help, but you suffer
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| Gotham City and me - we are alike
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| There are so many people around, but we are alone
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| Black cats follow me around
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| Crossing my path here and there, here and there
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| I take a selfie in hell, upload it to instagram
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| When we were in heaven, we checked in there
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| To come back one more time
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| I sent many people there
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| But your long legs
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| Like a gift from God
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| We received so little
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| And wanted so much
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| Apparently it couldn't be
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| It's different with you
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| Gotham City, Gotham City
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| Gotham City, Gotham City
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| Let me go into the night, you know
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| That you cannot help, but you suffer
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| Gotham City and me - we are alike
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| There are so many people around, but we are alone |