| You know I defy the laws of gravity when I speak
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| Giving up something extra this year, we taking a leap
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| Into forever, the cleverest deserving of
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| In which to craft burner writing at an arc like Joan
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| I’m on group of 16s, Presbyterian homes
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| I roam like phones left on when I was spraying cologne
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| Alone they tense because I pass fly
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| I flown over a zone of shadow Sonic never been I gone
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| And red rings around Saturn, left Mercury on Jupiter
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| Smell like Quicksilver call me tubular
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| ‘cause I’m in a stage of life especially gnarly
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| Looking at Jeanette but I always eyed Carly
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| Groovy, minds outrageous when I space out
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| Some of them in awe, reverse and put it together
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| Bring that taste out, they copy/paste styles
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| I’m funky, got it mastered when I bring that bass out
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| ‘cause my voice kinda like
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| It’s cool, that’s alright
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| Put it on the ground
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| They defensive, I instigated some fights in the game of Tekken
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| Come on, challenge me, I dare you
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| Beat a lot of tag teams, I’m tryna prepare you
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| Hook:
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| Yeah, now don’t get lost in translation
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| Don’t get lost in translation
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| Don’t get lost in translation
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| Don’t get lost in translation
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| I can be a friend of ya but put an end to ya
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| My linear notes don’t mind if you have like schizophrenia
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| If any of ya read between the letters, matter fact they’ll
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| Get the message while money grows, call it blackmail
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| I’m getting taller, it might take some time like puberty
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| For you to understand I’m right square as cubic see the difference
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| My hormones like a estrogen, they wasting talents — extra Jin
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| They don’t see the evils like extra gin
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| Wanna be wannabes, biologically I’m in it to win
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| You’ll need two for every one of me
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| I’m where you wanna be
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| Credit you without a Visa? |
| Y’all ain’t symbols for music
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| So Wyclef like Mona Lisa
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| He should blame my expression right there
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| ‘cause I been meaning to, they don’t get it like ther
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| Nike Airs on my feet, check it I don’t see defeat
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| All that beef, Happy Meal sir, it was nice to meeeeeeeeat you
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| Yeah I’m true to the game like honesty is the key
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| And I’ve been locking in chains recently
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| Britney Spears the piece of me
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| Oops I did it again baby window seats for me
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| Sheesh
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| Hook:
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| Don’t get lost in translation
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| Huh, don’t get lost in translation
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| D-d-don't get lost in translation
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| Uh, now don’t get lost in translation
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| Yeah
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| Yeah |