| Chasing down the devil, devil
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| Chasing down the gods
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| And I hope you find
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| I hope you find your dream
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| Twice in a lifetime, mouth made of metal & gold
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| Ice in the light shine bright 'til the bezel implodes
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| Blow the roof off the coupe pull the curve back returned that saying
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| Blood in my veins still red as a rose
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| Spent it all on a carpet
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| Slipping on my blue suede shoes
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| On a path, but a Jesus piece on my carcass
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| Let a couple karats cast, on the car to carry my coffin
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| To the mausoleum, trapped out the crib like Macaulay Culkin
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| Gold on the ceiling
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| They want to get my
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| Mother Mary would you move a rock to make it back
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| Or bag a brick to build a bridge that’s big enough to never get back home
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| Now you’re gone
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| Now you’re gone
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| Now you’re gone
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| Whole world tryna put gold down from the throne
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| But we just trying to get paid when you turn the radio on
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| And what did you say back to me?
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| Dreaming, old maybach cruising
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| Maybe talking crazy, but I want it
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| A hundred thousand ways to choose it
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| Who the hell is out and who’s in?
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| Trouble, maybe I’m too subtle
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| Mouth is made of metal, metal, metal
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| Pocket full of yellow, yellow
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| Pocket full of gold
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| And I hope you find
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| I hope you find your dream
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| And darling never settle, settle, settle
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| Chasing down the devil, devil
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| Chasing down the gods
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| And I hope you find
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| I hope you find your dream
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| It could never be real as magic
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| My daddy used to have that candy caddy
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| I used to like the one with tinted windows
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| With the inches on the wheels, the gear shift all by it’s automatic
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| Beating up myself with all them hits I could’ve been wrote
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| Run that race relaying, ran into a couple friends
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| Roller coaster, they’ll drop you prolly when you least expect it
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| Saddest falling, lonely landing softly on a plateau
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| Poor me, poor me; |
| I should pour me up some Chateau
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| Tell Geoffrey to bless me this a toast and I’m burning a couple bread loaves
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| I just got back, pass me a pack of them rillos
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| Sent them candles like the wax and we can burn up a meadow
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| If nothing was the same then you will never make no difference
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| The diamonds from the rough will rough you for your diamond necklace
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| Watch them corners boy you trippin', thinking backwards you could stumble
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| Get back up or fade to black I promise finish first position
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| It’s the push and the pull
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| It’s the rise and the fall
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| I don’t owe you a single thing
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| It’s the push and the pull
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| It’s the big and the small
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| I don’t owe you a single thing
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| I don’t owe you anything (x2) |