| It must be something that I said
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| 'Cause you smile in my face
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| Then bitch behind my back when I’m gone
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| If I die before I wake
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| I wonder what you’d say
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| I wonder who you’d blame when I’m gone
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| Ayo my flat mates are bitching
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| 'Why they bitching?'
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| Maybe cause i never do the dishes, I leave 'em in the kitchen
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| Now I’m on a mission to find different ways to diss em
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| Leave the toilet seat glistening by the time I finish pissing, yuck!
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| Listen up
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| Tryna tell me that I lack respect
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| I pimp your grandmother out if that means cashin' cheques
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| The bad guy gettin' mad high
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| Train my pet magpie to drop a massive shit up on your flannelette
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| I used to be the kid that never got a lot done
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| Quick to drop in at your crib if you had a hot mum
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| Steady sitting on the couch pretending to watch TV
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| All the while staring down her blouse tryna cop a sneak peek
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| You see me
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| I’m cheeky
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| Yet pretty far from evil, but I’m hungry
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| So I’m eyeing off your dinner like a seagull
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| I’m ugly, don’t judge me, you’re bugging while I’m chilling
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| I’m feeling like a hero, why they treat me like a villain?
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| It must be something that I said
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| 'Cause you smile in my face
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| Then bitch behind my back when I’m gone
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| If I die before I wake
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| I wonder what you’d say
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| I wonder who you’d blame when I’m gone
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| Why, why, why, why
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| Why, why, oh-oh-oh
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| Sometimes I can’t understand why
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| You be callin' me the bad guy, yeah
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| Why, why, why, why
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| Why, why, oh-oh-oh
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| Sometimes I can’t understand why
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| You be callin' me the bad guy
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| When Billy, has to bitch about Susie to Milly
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| It says more about Billy than Susie
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| Hey Milly, excuse me
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| Can you see how silly Billy isn’t it confusing?
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| Ain’t it funny how
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| Everybody wanna me tell me something
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| Now they seem very friendly but their bluffin'
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| Fussin' and cussin'
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| Husslin' and bustlin'
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| Busy making something outta nothing
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| I’m done with the dumb shit
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| Throw it all away like
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| Rubbish in the dust bin
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| I’ve heard it all today
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| Yo iIm all love what up it’s Tuka the mad hatter
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| I’d prefer to fornicate than fuck with ya back stabbers check it,
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| Knowledge of self is a rock in my life but
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| Everybody’s got an opinion
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| If not somebody’s making ya mind up
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| And every time I give you a soap box
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| You’re likely to pipe up but
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| You don’t
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| Know my love
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| You wouldn’t do it if you did
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| Oh, you wouldn’t do it if you did
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| I said
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| You don’t
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| Know my love
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| You wouldn’t do it if you did
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| Oh, you wouldn’t do it if you did
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| Why, why, why, why
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| Why, why, oh-oh-oh
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| Sometimes I can’t understand why
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| You be callin' me the bad guy, yeah
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| Why, why, why, why
|
| Why, why, oh-oh-oh
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| Sometimes I can’t understand why
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| You be callin' me the bad guy
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| It must be something that I said
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| 'Cause you smile in my face
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| Then bitch behind my back when I’m gone
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| If I die before I wake
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| I wonder what you’d say
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| I wonder who you’d blame when I’m gone |