| And the criminal minded, they won’t find, uh
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| Recognise when you feel it
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| Things’ll never be the same, never quite the norm
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| Everything has changed, never mind what’s gone
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| It’s the here, the now, the present, baby it’s now or never
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| If we don’t move fast we stuck in this cloudy weather, uh
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| I say the rain came down from heaven
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| Replenish the earth, nourish the kings, drown the peasants
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| What was left was cracks in the ground, crevices, uh
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| While I was left standing like the mountain Everest
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| My peak is infinite, I reach it when I’m finished
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| Prepare for the ride, have a seat and click a ticket
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| 'Cause I’m like a driver on that
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| Intoxicated on the need to leave them in the distance
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| If it’s all about the journey, why even have a race?
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| Second is similar to last if you ask for place
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| For that reason in the booth I’m a basket case
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| I’m the bee’s knees, your girl love the aftertaste, uh
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| Audio aggravated-assault, uh
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| Beating your eardrums, lacerating your thoughts
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| I paid my dues, now I’m stacking paper abroad, uh
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| You should be charged for tax evasion in court
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| We record breakers, 'cause I’m a sore loser
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| Connected with the Quakers, you feel the floor moving
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| You hear that kick drum, and what the horn’s doing
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| We notorious for coming through the door shooting, uh
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| Buff Wonder
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| What more can I say
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| Hah, oh yeah we worldwide
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| Recognise when you feel it
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| Quakers
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| Deep down
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| Budge off the truth
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| Recognise when you feel it
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| The Quakers
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| What more can I say
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| I got a few tricks up my sleeve
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| The criminal-minded, they won’t find it
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| Recognise when you feel it
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| Budge off the truth |