| You think you know me
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| Can’t control me, but you got it wrong
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| No one can’t hold me
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| I’m unholy, I’ve been here too long
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| Front page everyday, I’m living in some type of television
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| We’re not so different
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| Right opinions, yeah, you got it wrong
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| Why, why do you try and get in my mind?
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| See what’s inside, baby
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| Who, who are you to tell me I’m screwed?
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| Cannot do what I do, 'cause I know you’ll do it too
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| If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| I got sugar, I got spice
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| Boy, just tell me what you like
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| Show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| Bank this, fake this
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| Someone’s gonna hate this
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| Say I’m overrated, «Who's this Trisha Paytas?»
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| Having meltdowns, changing genders
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| Making covers, feeling so Perez
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| The jokes on you, and you, and you
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| So say hi to my ex (Hello)
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| I’ve got fast cars, I got the house
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| I earn my shit, you run your mouth
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| Why, why do you try and get in my mind?
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| See what’s inside, baby
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| Who, who are you to tell me I’m screwed?
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| Cannot do what I do, 'cause I know you’ll do it too
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| If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| I got sugar, I got spice
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| Boy, just tell me what you like
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| Show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| Why don’t you show me how you turn it on?
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| Let 'em talk, they can say boy what they want
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| Why don’t you show me how you turn it on?
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| Let 'em talk, I’m not listening anymore
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| If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| I got sugar, I got spice
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| Boy, just tell me what you like
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| Show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| (If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
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| I’ma show you mine
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| If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine) |