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I wasn't born into royalty |
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But I can try to buy in |
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I live in the land of opportunity |
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And stealing, cheating, and lying |
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And I need you to want me |
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I lost my attitude |
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I got a tattoo |
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I show some tit, |
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And let you pinch my ass |
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I'll cut you some slack |
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So why don't you want me |
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Why don't you want me |
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It's not a sellout if nobody buys it |
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I can't be blamed if nobody likes it |
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Should I keep smiling |
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Or should I start crying |
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I know that you love me |
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'Cause you said you did |
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You said that I was the real thing |
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Hey, where are you going |
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I thought that you told me |
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That if I learned how to play the game |
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Then I would win |
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If I learned how to say alright to everything |
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So why don't they want me |
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Why don't they want me |
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It's not a sellout if nobody buys it |
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I can't be blamed if nobody likes it |
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Can I redeem myself |
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Can I get back my name |
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I cannot show my face |
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In any decent place |
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I was only trying to make it |
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And now I cannot fake it anymore |
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Natives have Billboard |
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Take me for free I'm yours |
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La, la, la, la, la, whoo ! |
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It's not a sellout if nobody buys it |
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I can't be blamed if nobody likes it |
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It's not a sellout if nobody buys it |
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I can't be blamed if nobody likes it |
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It's not a sellout if nobody buys it |
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I can't be blamed if nobody likes it |
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It's not a sellout |
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I can't be blamed |
