| Sample:
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| The world is like a ride at an amusement park and when you choose to go on it
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| you think it’s real. |
| Cause that’s how powerful our minds are. |
| The ride goes up
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| and down and round and round. |
| It has thrills and chills and is very bright and
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| colorful. |
| It’s very loud. |
| And other people have remembered to come back to us
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| and say: Hey. |
| Don’t worry. |
| Don’t be afraid because — It’s just a ride…
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| I want it all — Top to bottom
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| Not a problem. |
| Coke that’s Guatemalan
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| Hoes that’s hot and foreign
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| Lots of molly and a box of condoms
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| Flocks of models. |
| My cock inside em
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| Moroccan chocolate. |
| Pot from Holland
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| To Colorado. |
| A yacht with a capitano
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| Popping bottles. |
| Octopus and Calamari
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| Fuck McDonalds. |
| I want it pronto !
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| Wanna party like I won the lotto and I know
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| Money can’t take away your sorrow
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| But I ain’t fucking sad so fill my duffle bag with my dough. |
| Uh !
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| I ain’t no pilot but this flight is ascending
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| Middle fingers out the window all the way to the ending
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| Haters finna hate, but why should I get offended?
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| Fuck em. |
| sky is the limit. |
| Homie check it yo
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| I’m in this drop called «life» riding shot-gun
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| With the top down, in the hot sun
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| Homie, slowing down’s not an option
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| Life is short and yo for all we know we only got one
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| I’m in this drop called «life» riding shot-gun
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| With the top down, in the hot sun
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| Homie, slowing down’s not an option
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| Life is short and yo for all we know we only got one
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| Bullies used to slam me in the lockers
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| Now I rap and rock shit so they can’t be real obnoxious
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| Their kids are my concerts, where skanks are striping topless
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| Catch your daughter backstage with her hands up in my boxers
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| And I’m feeling like a kid with plenty candy in my pockets
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| Never finna grow up, call me Andy Milonakis
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| Catch me sipping vodkas with my family in the tropics
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| I’m the sickest rapper in this bitch, but that’s a different topic
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| I’ll be stacking all this cake. |
| Packing on some weight. |
| Having monstrous steak
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| on this Action Bronson plate
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| I’ll have Californian condos to relax and contemplate
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| Dames to tame my anaconda snake and cali-fornicate
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| I’m feeling great. |
| I’m getting paid cause I’m doing this. |
| Scraping Vesuvius
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| Cruising on planes — rushing through the mist
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| Tasting White Russians, checking shapes in the cumulus
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| On cloud nine while I’m getting brains from a Stewardess. |
| Uh!
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| I ain’t no pilot but this flight is ascending
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| Middle fingers out the window all the way to the ending
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| Haters finna hate, but why should I get offended?
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| Fuck em. |
| sky is the limit. |
| Homie check it now
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| I’m in this drop called «life» riding shot-gun
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| With the top down, in the hot sun
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| Homie, slowing down’s not an option
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| Life is short and yo for all we know we only got one
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| Only got one. |
| Ayo we only got one. |
| x3
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| Life is short and yo, for all we know we only got one |