| I been writing songs since the first grade
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| Been running from the truth since my first fade
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| To get big cars, to make big stars
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| It takes big scars, better get a first aid
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| Dumb songs are the first played
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| No heart, but they’re charting on the first day
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| How you stay brave, when they throwin' you the worst shade?
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| Ones with the talent are the worst paid
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| Anyway, if I have blue button eyes and blonde hay
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| Would I make the magazine on the best page?
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| Be the leading man, if I was less gay?
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| If I was a woman would you try to give me less pay?
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| I could sing for you, but you prefer rap
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| Ask God why he made me out of burlap
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| Porcelain glass is a hall pass where I’m from
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| And…
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| I don’t know about you, but I think that’s dumb
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| I think that’s dumb
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| We the backbone of the green city
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| Never been a model but I’ve seen plenty
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| Young men and women, tryna fit in
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| Tryna get thin, but skinny don’t mean pretty
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| Rainbow, bright colors in the air though
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| Color on the air, but it’s rare though
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| The proof is right there though
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| It’s not fair though, but they swear
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| «No, what does he know? |
| He just a scarecrow!»
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| Tell me something
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| Why we countin' blessings if they don’t count?
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| Yeah, the show is sold out but they sold out
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| And I would rather walk in my shoes 'til the sole’s out
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| Yellow brick road, less traveled
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| That’s the old route
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| My money built the man a green glass palace
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| Tweedledum ain’t what they call it if you ask Alice
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| Why slum, under his green thumb
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| Waiting for crumbs
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| Cause…
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| I don’t know about you, but I think that’s dumb
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| I think that’s dumb
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| Don’t find me, I got my own lane formin'
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| Don’t mind me, I’m just brainstormin'
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| Do you suppose we could sell our shows
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| And our clothes, with no big booty crows in our videos
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| Will the man never stand for the people
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| Will we demand that our love should be legal
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| Will the land never treat the greens equal
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| Will the fight that they lost become the sequel
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| Cause I’ll march till it’s done, to the beat of my own drum
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| Cause there’s a fight to be won
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| Stand on this post 'til I’m numb, at least I’m standing for some
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| And that we can overcome
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| Cause…
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| I don’t know about you, but I think that’s dumb
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| I think that’s dumb |