| I am in trouble
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| Wondering lost in disaster
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| I’m fallen, revolving, standing
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| But I can’t demand (you stay)
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| When you are going
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| Desire trying
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| Hoped to see you soon
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| Cause I need you and I beg you to let it grow
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| But I never seem to let it go
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| It’s like I’ve been sacrificed
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| Like I’ve been waiting in time
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| We’re moving this story ‘bove ground
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| And keeping our warriors
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| Oh
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| What have we done to ourselves?
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| Oh
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| What have we done to ourselves?
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| San Junipero shit
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| I’m staring in the black mirror
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| Charlie Brooker, how I deliver I’m a young wizard?
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| Human nature this is all thriller
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| I’m searching for nirvana in a pill
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| I’m living just to kill
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| I’m in it for the thrill
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| The Holy Word went Hollywood for some bills
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| From Harlem world to Russia
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| Now I’m back in the hills
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| I done made myself a masterpiece
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| Look at me young don now I’m overseas
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| I’m hot now but the boy cold
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| Like he straight from Moscow
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| Straight to the top now
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| Janes addicted she on my jock
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| Hate the game don’t hate the player
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| I got the power my nigga that’s word to Pompeya
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| Flow tropical, you’ll die like a slaver
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| Feel the goosebumps, feel the chills
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| What have you done, when you lose feel
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| Lil' nigga get a grip, ignorance is really bliss
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| Ya boy Michael Jackson bad
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| Moonwalking on stage
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| My chick Is Ratajkowski bad
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| I’m Zach de la Rocha with the rage
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| Maybachs how we roll into place
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| Bruce Wayne
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| Michael Caine with the servants
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| Flow tight like a motha fucking virgin
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| Outta my mind being mindful never certain
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| Before you pull back them curtains
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| Watch out for those lurking
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| For heavens sake I send 'em to hell
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| For the larger bills I go Karl Lagerfield
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| Oh
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| What have we done to ourselves?
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| Oh
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| What have we done to ourselves? |