| You know he’s never coming down
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| You know I’m never coming down
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| I heard they prey on weak
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| I heard they play for keeps
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| I feel 'em grabbing at my feet
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| I heard them say «don't speak»
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| I just hit another level
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| Watch 'em try to pull me down
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| With the petty, with the heavy
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| Put the devil in the crown
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| What can I say to you?
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| I’m too right-brain for you
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| Twain my communique
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| You, you are what’s in
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| Supreme
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| Fuckboy starter pack
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| I’m Huck Finn, huck shit, hassoi
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| Living art in fact
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| I see deceit, I see 'em back stab
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| I’ve got no need for that
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| I’m sliding off like the goddamn pizza rat
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| I’m out, I’m out, with that free that I just found
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| My sound and it bumps
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| Look at what amounts from the jump
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| And I’m never coming down
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| I am living lawless thinking I won’t come down, come down
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| I am flying high now thinking I won’t come down, come down
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| You know he’s never coming down
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| All the doubters
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| They can shout out from the towers
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| I just laugh, I just stay up
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| What a way to waste your hours
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| I’m not wastin', I’m not wastin'
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| Boy I’m racing, got no patience
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| I ain’t stressing, count my blessings
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| I go right into it
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| Burn the brightest 'till it’s done
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| Right into the sun
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| More cognitive than dissonance
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| They call me Icarus
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| I’m stretching my whole frame out
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| They’re readying their takedowns from the safe ground
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| Pulling all their blades out
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| Cut me up, cut me up, cut me up, fuck me up, what are they really gonna take?
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| Cuff me to the truth of failure
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| Ay that’s okay
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| While you’re living like a stowaway, I go my own
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| Far from perfect
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| Let no person put a verdict on that, no way
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| Cannot touch me, cannot touch me
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| I am beauty, I am ugly
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| I am living art
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| A-ok play your part
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| I an living lawless thinking I won’t come down, come down
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| I am flying high now thinking I won’t come down, come down |