| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| I been comin' up
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| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| I been comin' up (Comin' up)
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| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| I been comin' up
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| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| I been comin' up (Comin' up)
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| Veni, vidi, vici, I am my own fuckin' species
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| I love YG and the Bee Gees, I’m not fighting, I’m not feeding, huh
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| I’m just feeling, huh
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| Cast my line, now I’m reeling, huh
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| Noses bleeding from the seating, huh, it’s quite revealing
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| You’d have better luck sneaking in from the ceiling, huh
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| They been sleeping, feel like CM Punk
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| I wake up to 88 new texts, okay, okay, take a breath
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| Deep breathing to my treasure chest
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| Gang deeper than a leather vest
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| Biker with no rider, view from Heaven’s nest
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| Backstage so it ain’t it too loud, posture proud in the present tense
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| She can tell by my posture
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| I’m no imposter
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| She can tell by my posture
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| I’m no imposter
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| She can tell by my posture
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| I’m no imposter
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| She can tell by my posture
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| I’m no imposter
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| You can lead a horse to water
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| But you can’t make it drink
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| You can lead the sheep to knowledge
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| But you can’t make him think
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| You can lead a race the whole time
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| And lose in the last steps
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| You’re telling me that you can’t see that we the best
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| She don’t question me, I’m Lebanese
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| Is it the color of your skin or the culture underneath
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| Cold desert I might freeze, bold blessings in the breeze
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| Soul speech my expertise, South Beach for many weeks
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| Could not phase me or change me, my babe, uh
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| Salty leaf lemonade, don’t tweak from the taste
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| I am one with the force and the force is
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| One with me, yeah
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| Said I’m one with the force and the force is one with me
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| (I am one with the force and the force is one with me)
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| Tension in the air feels like smoke in my lungs
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| Exhale, my head in your hands like lightning on sand
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| Inhale, singin' to you feels like glass in my gums
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| Deep breath on the track that I run
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| Deep stress, feel relaxed when I’m done
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| Deep step into the blackhole, son
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| Deep depths 'cause I aim like I stand
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| Deep texts from a girl who might jump
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| Keep texts like that on my phone
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| Just to show myself I’m not all that young
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| Keep going 'cause I might get it all
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| Keep knowing like a psychic’s involved
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| Keep Rima Lara Nora straight
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| Keep my posture proper but I bet it’s different when it’s your estate
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| Keep it safe inside your castle
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| I knew my vision since I threw my tassels
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| Keep myself to myself, keep my songs off the shelf
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| Keep my wisdom and health, keep my thinking intact
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| Keep the wind at my back, keep all you found, not just wealth
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| Keep on keepin' on but peakin' season’s all that’s on their mind
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| I keep tryin' but haven’t even scratched what’s mine
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| She talk to me, gave me her name and numba
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| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| Guess this is the come up
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| Kept tryna hit your line
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| Kept tryna get it right
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| Kept tryna make you mine
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| I finally made you mine |