| Jā, iku zo
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| Jan, ken, pon!
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| They tell me keep it simple, I tell them take it slow
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| I feed and water an idea so I let it grow
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| I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me «no»
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| It’s cool, but I don’t see them laughin' at my money though
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| They spittin' facts at me, I’m spittin' tracks, catch me?
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| I’m spinning gold out my records, know you can’t combat me
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| They tell me Jesus walks, I tell them money talks
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| Bling got me chill, 'cause I’m living in an ice box
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| They tell me I’ve been sleepin', I say I’m wide awake
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| Tracks hot and ready, so they call me Mister Easy-Bake
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| They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank
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| Drivin' with a drank on an empty tank to the bank
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| Do you feel me? |
| Take a look inside my brain
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| The people always different but it always feels the same
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| That’s the real me, pop the champagne
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| The haters wanna hurt me, and I’m laughin' at the pain
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| Stayin' still, eyes closed
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| Let the world just pass me by
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| Pain pills, nice clothes
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| If I fall, I think I’ll fly
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| Touch me, Midas
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| Make me part of your design
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| None to guide us
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| I feel fear for the very last time
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| They tell me that I’m special, I smile and shake my head
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| I’ll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
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| They tell me I’m so humble, I say I’m turning red
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| They let me lie to them and don’t feel like they’ve been misled
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| They give so much to me, I’m losing touch, get me?
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| Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me
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| They tell me I’m a God, I’m lost in the façade
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| Six feet off the ground at all times, I think I’m feelin' odd
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| No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
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| Makin' so much bread, I don’t care that they’re just being fake
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| They tell me they’re below me, I act like I’m above
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| The people blend together, but I would be lost without their love
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| Can you heal me? |
| Have I gained too much?
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| When you become untouchable, you’re unable to touch
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| Is there a real me? |
| Pop the champagne
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| It hurts me just to think, and I don’t do pain
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| Stayin' still, eyes closed
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| Let the world just pass me by
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| Pain pills, nice clothes
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| If I fall I think I’ll fly
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| Touch me, Midas
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| Make me part of your design
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| None to guide us
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| I feel fear for the very last time
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| Lay still, restless
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| Losing sleep while I lose my mind (Yeah)
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| All thrill, no stress
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| All my muses left behind (Left behind)
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| World is, below
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| So high up, I’m near divine (I'm so high up)
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| Lean in, let go
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| I feel fear for the very last time |