| I’ve been living in a fish bowl
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| Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah
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| Looking at the kid go
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| Doing what they wouldn’t
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| Doing what they couldn’t
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| Beats up, hanging out the window
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| Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah
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| Getting up then we get low
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| Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah
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| Uh, it’s the one they thumb they nose at
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| Low class, brutal dance, looking like some road rash
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| No hands, go fast, wrote 'em off, no chance
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| No control, now look at him go
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| If I want it I get it
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| I just lassoed a comet
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| Just to know that I did it
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| You said «blah blah blah blah blah» like I invited the comments
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| I need to see all the bodies
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| Before the toe tag
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| Cro mags, we gotta know
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| I’ve been living in a fish bowl
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| Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah
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| Looking at the kid go
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| Doing what they wouldn’t
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| Doing what they couldn’t
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| Beats up, hanging out the window
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| Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah
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| Getting up then we get low
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| Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah
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| I stopped tripping bout the powers that be
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| Started thinking with the powers of ten
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| Give you a sense of the lens
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| Follow my lead as I cut through the breeze
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| Every step GPSed, CC TVed
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| Every breath squeezed through some SJW’s tweet
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| You’re so off beat and so PC
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| They take the sweet right out the cantelope
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| Damn, they take the beast right out the animal
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| Can I live?
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| Well ain’t that a bucket of dicks
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| I was just having fun running from the abyss
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| Now you coming in hot
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| And telling me what the shit is or what it is not
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| And what’s cut from a rib
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| Script never fit, pink mist
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| Ever since me and my brother were kids
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| Newports flip tricks on a grip
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| Tell the world which dick he can kiss
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| Killer big, leave the rest for the buzzards to pick
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| Uh, a real son of a bitch
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| From the hip
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| For the whole clique to split
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| Nothing but a flick of the wrist
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| I’ve been living in a fish bowl
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| Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah
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| Looking at the kid go
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| Doing what they wouldn’t
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| Doing what they couldn’t
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| Beats up, hanging out the window
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| Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah
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| Getting up then we get low
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| Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah
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| When I dip they dip
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| When I jump they jump
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| I just talk my shit
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| Have my fun
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| Make it buck
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| Me and my boss chick making boss moves
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| Driving you crazy in your lazy costume
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| Huh, you on some fake it till you make it shit?
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| I’m on some eat the rich, fuck it all, break this shit
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| Hey, I don’t know what you say
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| I don’t think it’s a game
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| So I don’t care who wins
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| I was scared sick, used to disassociate
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| Now look at all these hairpins I negotiate
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| Pssh, styling on em
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| Wild as a motherfucker
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| Higher than you buying it
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| Blame my environment
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| There’s something in my wiring
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| I don’t know, maybe they’re too microscope
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| Maybe I’m too macro with the tackles on the microphone
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| Oh I think they like it though
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| Trying to keep it lighter but it’s darker out
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| Pull the marker out
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| Make a map about the moment
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| Go ahead, go in, I’m zoning, I’m coping
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| I’m hoping I’m rolling, I wrote it
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| I made it for you
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| True
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| Just trying to step around the dog doo doo
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| I’ve been living in a fish bowl
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| Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah
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| Looking at the kid go
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| Doing what they wouldn’t
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| Doing what they couldn’t
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| Beats up, hanging out the window
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| Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah
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| Getting up then we get low
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| Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah |