| 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 |