| My mind goes round like a roundabout
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| Whistles and sings
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| Darker than darkest night
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| Sweeter than spring
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| Yeah mysterious, (mysterious), my mermaids are bi-curious
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| She done got intoxicated, girlfriend is furious
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| Just in case, I pack the paper in the briefcase
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| Rain water, roof taste, Pistol Pete
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| White Louis suitcase, with the singin' hook like Frankie Lymon
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| Shout to the Baywatch, David Hasselhoff hair
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| Or the Allen Iverson braids, zig zags on designer
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| Softened beautiful face with the puzzle piece lineup
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| Edge up, I done got fed up
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| Ate the pork chop sandwich with the tartar sauce
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| In the packet that I found in my purple Prada pocket protector
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| I could say anything about luck, you need to shut the, fuck up
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| Like an addict threw up, I done poured a four in a codeine
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| Sonic the Hedgehog club verses Knuckles in my mailbox cup
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| I done, I done poured a four in a codeine
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| Sonic the Hedgehog club verses Knuckles in my mailbox cup
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| Nigga hold up, what is this?
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| You ain’t supposed to be here, yeah your name wasn’t on that list
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| We even checked the email that was sent from up above, or rather all around us
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| Screams in my dreams like a One Direction concert, so
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| We’re on our own, so alone in the universe
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| We sent people to the moon and now we know just the two of us
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| By heart, my art, I don’t wanna explain it
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| I knew it, he bullshit, he up his own anus
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| Instagrams with his fans, man, he wish he was famous
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| Stop talking about your heart, we give a fuck, entertain us
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| Why this nigga the lamest, why his clothes so the plainest?
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| And I know the ones who hate us, be the sames to say we made it
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| Man fuck the vindicated, and the faded, at least they influence
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| How do we become the God? |
| Language we learned in fluent
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| Understand who you are, they told us to be patient
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| But it’s pointless like the use of emojis in conversation
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| Question mark face
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| What does it mean?
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| It means stay up on your life, focus on them sixteens
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| But they want that fifteen like Sharkeisha and Terio
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| Yeah, you getting your shine, but nigga, are you eating, though?
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| If you’re welcome, are you fine?
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| You will
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| Want to love yourself, free your mind
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| We are
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| Turnin' into the God we know
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| I will
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| Never give up hope, we’ll be fine
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| My mind expands to a great degree
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| A feeling that must be free
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| All that’s left is you and me
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| And you’re gone |