| The way you get so much face
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| seems so outta place for someone like you
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| Mr. Know-it-all so above it all tell me
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| who do you think you’re foolin'
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| Spend all your time in your ivory tower
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| feeding your head hour by hour
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| Don’t you know there’ll be hell to pay
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| Better cone down
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| What goes around comes around
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| You’ll be paying till your dying day
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| Don’t you know there’ll be hell to pay
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| For so much lip
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| I must admit
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| I get a laugh from your ego trip
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| You’re so educated, emancipated
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| Such a rolling stone
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| But you better watch out
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| Cuttin' you no slack
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| Paybacks a bitch
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| And the bitch is back
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| Don’t you know there’ll be hell to pay
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| Better tone down
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| What goes around comes around
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| You’ll be paying till your dying day
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| Don’t you know there’ll be hell to pay
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| It’s sad but true, you tread on me
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| As if nothing else matters
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| my friend of misery
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| You’re struggle within
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| It that you believe you’re beyond them
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| The god that failed you
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| And when you finally find what you’re after
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| is when you’re servant becomes your master
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| Don’t you know there’ll be hell to pay
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| Better come down
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| What goes around comes around
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| You’ll be paying till your dying day
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| Don’t you know
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| Don’t you know there’ll be hell to pay
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| Yeah you’ll be paying till your dying day
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| Don’t you know there’ll be hell to pay |