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When I wake up from a full night of sleep, |
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I put my best foot forward indeed, |
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And as the colors begin to sink, |
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They seem to say to me, C'mon, |
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[x4]C'mon, C'mon, ya gotta put me on, (You gotta put me on) |
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[Verse 1] |
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Ever since I first arrived here, |
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I've been, on the run like an eye tear, |
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And it, took me a while to get my life steered, |
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But now I'm in the moment, |
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While I reside here, |
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Yeah, |
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That's why I coordinate with my gear, |
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So you could feel the Feng Shui, soon as I'm near, |
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Yeah, |
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And people have the nerve to say that I'm weird? |
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But you just in a box, |
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So get your mind clear, |
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Yeah, Yeah, |
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That good music man, we gotta hear, |
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So we could get the vibe high, like a light gear, |
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Or maybe, |
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Fly high like five deer, |
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Call me Santa Claus, |
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When I come through I gotta put 'em on... |
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[Voice Echoey] |
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On... |
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I gotta put 'em on... |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Well, ever since I was eleven, |
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I have, found heaven in my self expression, |
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Hah, |
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Nope, my childhood I never left it, |
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Yes, I'm still a big kid, though I never stress it, |
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Yet, memory is ever lastin, |
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So, I make moves with a special method, |
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That, allow my dreams to get manifested, |
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So your plastic Promise Land, no, I can't accept it, |
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Hah, |
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This life I lead is a very blessed one, |
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So, that's why fans have many questions, |
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Hah, |
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Yet, I still leave any guessin, |
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I'm an artist so I gotta have a bad collection, |
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I put 'em on... |
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[Voice Echoey] |
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I put'em on... |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[x4]C'mon, C'mon, ya gotta put me on, (You gotta put me on) |
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[x4]You gotta put me on... |
