| My neighbours keep gettin' mugged so we sleep with the alarm on
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| Bedroom filled with Nike SBs and Comme Des Garçons
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| Staring at the ceiling listening to So Far Gone
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| Tryna make the world pay me pay me daily like carson
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| My mom say I need to put on weight like Kelly Clarkson
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| She say I work like a soldier steady marchin'
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| Left right, left right, left right, left right
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| Tryna keep it smelling like Elizabeth Arden, ahh
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| Apartments, yard river garden
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| Money in the jeans, car key in the cardigan
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| When I was a kid I wished that I could be in Narnia
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| Every time my father disregarded an argument, ahh
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| Wishin' I was sitting on the moon, watching videos
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| Wishin' I was living on a shoe, with dishonest youths
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| Doing things I didn’t wanna do
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| Wishin I could see the world through a different point of view
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| Leave your baggage at the stairs and your worries at the door
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| You don’t have to think about problems anymore
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| (I can make you, believe in anything)
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| Uh, I know that everything’s changed
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| But I’m under this illusion just so I don’t go insane
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| (I can make you, believe in anything)
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| Uh, you ever been too fed up to get up
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| Or wish you had a huge shredder for a few letters
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| Dreaming up these stories of these whole new adventures
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| Like blue Louis Vuittons on the new Cinderella
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| Check your sense of humour on the new rumours getting better
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| But I’mma teach you a lesson
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| And I don’t mean a lecture
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| Cause only fake dudes get jealous
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| And we’ll never let a dude get near us
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| Cause we’re up with the stars, somewhere in outer space
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| Cause on the underground I felt so out of place
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| I got Tom, Dick and Harry all lookin' at my face
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| I know they wanna say safe but don’t know how to say it
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| Bad body language, I don’t understand it
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| When they see Patrick then they all turn to gangsters
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| Hehe, And that’s a passage from my mantra
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| I started reading from a whole different chapter
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| Leave your baggage at the stairs and your worries at the door
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| You don’t have to think about problems anymore
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| (I can make you, believe in anything)
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| Uh, I know that everything’s changed
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| But I’m under this illusion just so I don’t go insane
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| (I can make you, believe in anything)
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| I can make you
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| I can make you
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| I can make you
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| Believe in anything |