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How could I ever stop? |
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My position is missionary, I finish on top |
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And while you're relaxin', I take action |
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Guinness world record, I beat it, Michael Jackson |
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Never stop, I workaholic |
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Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock |
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But I'm not an artist, I just work the hardest |
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I beat it to a pulp, just ask Jarvis |
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Studio to studio, I drink juice, |
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Produce tons of new shit, like a booty hole |
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Show to show, full throttle, backstage, |
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No models, no bathroom, I piss in a bottle |
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And after the show a lot of autographs, |
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Man, music is a joke I try not to laugh |
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I just try to enjoy the grind |
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My position is doggy, I come from behind |
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Underground, underdog, underrated |
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Under stress, under pressure, under-appreciated |
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Man, this is war |
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Where careers get killed and thats not a metaphor, like |
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My mindset is military, like |
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My attitude is Hitchcock, very scary |
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Persistence, instincts, |
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Go the distance, prove my existence |
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That's why I never stop |
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'cause it's not Chilly, it's Lily, who makes really clever pop |
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I just do it in a different way |
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I'm kind of sort of indirect ricochet, |
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Chilly like Pinochet, I don't make hits, I take risks |
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And make flops like floppy disks |
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I still stay professional and not sloppy |
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I try to be original, not a photocopy |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Harder, faster better stronger, I listen to the robots |
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I'm still doing things, so don't cue the strings, |
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It ain't over 'til Beth Ditto sings |
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So how could I ever quit |
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My position? Don't **** with me - celibate |
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Groupie go home, you can find another guy |
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Man, music is a joke, I try not to cry |
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Sounds crazy, but the underground's lazy |
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Maybe just a bunch of big babies |
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And they're crying 'til they're on the guestlist, |
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Then they puke at 6 am - English breakfast |
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See I always hatch a new scheme |
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No room for the club or a pub in my routine |
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I don't judge you if you're part of a true scene |
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But me? I could be anywhere - blue screen |
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At the Grammys getting nominated |
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Or trying to be a piano playing Larry David |
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Flirting with rap, workin' for Birkin |
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Behind your favourite singer I just might be lurkin' |
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And I'm certain when they close the curtains |
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My life will be a B-movie shot by Tim Burton |
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And if I lack authenticity |
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Remember authenticity is often shitty |
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So please, no pity, |
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You can never melt this ice-cold heart between my two titties |
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'cause what's life but a board game? |
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And if you play the game then you're never bored with more of the same |
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What's life but a competition |
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You know my name, I am bitten |
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I never stop |
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Do it again |