| Can we go back? |
| This is the moment
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| Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
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| So we put our hands up
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| Like the ceiling can't hold us
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| Like the ceiling can't hold us
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| Can we go back? |
| This is the moment
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| Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
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| So we put our hands up
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| Like the ceiling can't hold us
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| Like the ceiling can't hold us
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| Can we go back? |
| This is the moment
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| Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
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| So we put our hands up
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| Like the ceiling can't hold us
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| Like the ceiling can't hold us
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| Return of the Mack
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| Get 'em, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't
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| Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
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| Instead of getting on the Internet
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| And checking a new hit me, get up
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| Thrift shop, pimp-strut walkin'
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| Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
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| Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby
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| Sweater game, nope nope, y'all can't copy
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| Yup, Bad, moonwalking, this here is our party
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| My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way
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| Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones
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| Into everything I record to it and yet I'm on
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| Let that stage light go and shine on down
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| Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style
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| Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
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| But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
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| Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit, hustlin'
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| Chasing dreams since I was fourteen
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| With the four-track, bussin'
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| Halfway cross that city with the backpack
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| Fat cat, crushing labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin'
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| We give that to the people, spread it across the country
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| Can we go back? |
| This is the moment
|
| Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
|
| So we put our hands up
|
| Like the ceiling can't hold us
|
| Like the ceiling can't hold us
|
| Can we go back? |
| This is the moment
|
| Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
|
| So we put our hands up
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| Like the ceiling can't hold us
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| Like the ceiling can't hold us |