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You wanna call the shots |
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You wanna talk the talk |
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You wanna ask for luck |
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And never lose your spot |
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You're going all the way |
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What a daily chore |
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You gotta walk the walk |
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You never walked before |
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You want all the cake and push it in your mouth |
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It's gonna choke your throat |
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You better spit it out |
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You wanna play again |
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You wanna show some blood |
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Gonna flood japan and say it's all for love, yeah |
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Well I say, boo hoo! |
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And I say, |
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Fuck you! |
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You wanna rally up |
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You wanna push and shove |
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I don't give a shit |
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If I'm cool or not |
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So don't throw a fit |
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I'm not buying it |
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We don't want no one to get too excited |
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Raise the stakes |
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I'm gonna call you out |
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I gonna burn this mother-fuckin' party down |
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Before the clock strikes at midnight |
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Don't want no one to get too excited |
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Well I say, boo hoo! |
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And I say, |
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Fuck you! [x2] |
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Watch where you step, they're gonna push you down |
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If you slip, well we won't |
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Say yeah, yeah! [x2] |
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They're gonna hunt you down |
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Try to put their guns to your head but we won't |
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Say yeah, yeah! [x2] |
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Poor little baby sorry |
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You can't shake me down [x2] |
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Well I say, boo hoo! |
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And I say, |
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Fuck you! [x2] |
