| What you see is not a time,
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| The sky will light before you,
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| You’ll be lost and found again,
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| This is only good for you,
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| Don’t try to understand, the colours in my hand,
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| Just close your eyes and I will guide you,
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| I’m an extra terrestrial,
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| Came up out the fucking dirt like a vegetable,
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| Find out what ma cerebellum for,
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| When I pin the boof and told montana press record,
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| Little Patrick didn’t catch a little leprechaun,
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| (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh)
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| where my paracetomol,
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| i done took some pain then I turned it in to pleasure,
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| I beat rapper son of a batchelors now I’m the most eligible,
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| Ha ha ha stupid motherfucker how you like that,
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| How do I go back to this when I’ve already tried that,
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| This is from my inner child, said he wants his life back
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| i done turn myself into a product with a price tag,
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| All these fuckin people only round me cos I’m doing well,
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| I’vel be living life like i got no regard for human health,
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| We done shed blood, sweat, tears and fought tooth and nail,
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| Tryin' to accomplish something more and just a fewer have fell,
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| And every other day,
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| mommy call me just to ask me if I’m coping with the fame,
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| But every other night I’m spilling vodka on some chicken heads,
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| Doing shit I know would make her totally ashamed,
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| I am overly engaged,
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| Some who know me think l’ve changed,
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| Due to certain sudden circumstances we are socially estranged,
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| ('stranged, 'stranged, 'stranged…)
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| Yeah,
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| I’m in tip-top shape called me fitness instructor T,
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| Super-mad-genetics in my genes, dungarees,
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| I can see these niggas through my gross and cutler piece
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| Its lonly at the top but u, can’t fuckin beat the luxury,
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| Standing at a hundred feet, this is the Disc-Overy,
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| Tinie is the name, disturbing London is the company,
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| This is the Disc-Overy, everything infront of me,
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| I ain’t even worried about anything, thats under me,
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| Standing at a hundred feet, this is the Disc-Overy,
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| Tinie is the name, disturbing London is the company,
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| This is the Disc-Overy, the point of no recovery,
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| I don’t give a fuck, I’m going in cover me!
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| What you see is not a time,
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| The sky will light before you,
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| You’ll be lost and found again,
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| This is only good for you,
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| Don’t try to understand, the colours in my hand
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| Just close your eyes and I will guide you,
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| Be still. |