Adiks again, yes Nikes quickly spin the globe,
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And I again, barefoot, will solve the sacred question
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In the white density of the fog, we will drown with the homies
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While adiki and nikes are spinning the globe quickly
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We stomp on the wheel, to hook the yeezy boost
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How many crosses you do not put on, but your soul is still empty
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Legs rustle beautifully, right up to the red pulse ribbon
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The fitness tracker went off scale and won't let you and me go
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Stuffy ball, but it's easy in the head
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This run is so funny
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The seventh sweat for us, flows like a river
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We will run at least another hundred centuries
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I finish my Beijing cocktail
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We run under the weight of spiritual dumbbells
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Hey, repeat the Beijing cocktail to me
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So that I run without looking back, under the weight of days
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Adiki and nikes spin the wheel of samsara
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If you need to slow down, then beacon us without a market
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In this marathon, the heels will sparkle like quasars
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If the deps are ahead, blink your eyes from the oncoming lane
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I'll torture you for the day speedrun
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Again white snow coughs up, dangerous hydra
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It's all not worth it, the brain will break like a hydrant
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While kitties with us spread their gait from the hip
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Stuffy ball, but it's easy in the head
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This run is so funny
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The seventh sweat for us, flows like a river
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We will run at least another hundred centuries
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Stuffy ball, but it's easy in the head, but it's easy in the head
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This run is such a joke, such a joke
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The seventh sweat over us flows like a river, flows like a river
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We will run at least another hundred centuries, a hundred centuries |