| Black tales, black this
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| Black queers, black dears
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| For a robbery
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| Dead beat, dead heat
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| Dead creep, dead beat
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| The guys you like to meet
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| Your style is always an erosion
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| Your style is always in ruin
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| Your face is always in the mirror, yeah
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| Want your word, but you’ve got to need it
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| But you got, but you can’t believe it
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| Got the wheels, yet you can’t retrieve it
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| Blow a candle but I feel it
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| Want your word but you’ve got to need it
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| But you got but you can’t believe it
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| Got the wheels, yet you can’t retrieve it
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| Blow a candle but I feel it
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| Detonate, detonate
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| Back chat, back in
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| Back out, back down, back down to the ground
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| Too slow, to grow
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| It’s fate to hate, you have got to
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| Detonate, detonate
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| Detonate, detonate
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| Your style is always an erosion
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| Your style is always in ruin
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| Your face is always in the mirror, yeah
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| Want your word, but you’ve got to need it
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| But you got, but you can’t believe it
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| Got the wheels, yet you can’t retrieve it
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| Blow a candle but I feel it
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| Want your word but you’ve got to need it
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| But you got but you can’t believe it
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| Got the wheels, yet you can’t retrieve it
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| Blow a candle but I feel it
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| Too slow, to grow
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| It’s fate to hate, you have got to
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| Detonate, detonate
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| Detonate, detonate
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| Want your word but you’ve got to need it
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| But you got but you can’t believe it
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| Got the wheels, yet you can’t retrieve it
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| Blow a candle but I feel it
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| Want your word but you’ve got to need it
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| But you got but you can’t believe it
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| Got the wheels, yet you can’t retrieve it
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| Blow a candle but I feel it
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| Detonate, detonate
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| Detonate, detonate
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| Detonate, detonate
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| Detonate |