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Prince sing another song, its written on your face, |
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Instead I put pressure on the whole damn place, |
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I never liked running through the crowd with no proof, |
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So now I gotta flex in the steps of the truth, |
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Forever hearing |
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Prince has to stick to his kind, |
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Prince make a love song about a tech 9, |
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I thought |
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Prince Be had to be |
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Prince Be |
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Yet they wanna riff when they find |
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I disagree |
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With that dog eat dog, |
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I'm a get mine |
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Even if I'm stepin on your frame of mind |
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You can ring things where the ringin' things at. |
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But Prince |
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Be thinks its widdack |
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So now I'm accused of spikin' the punch |
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And I'll be the scapegoat for fakin' the funk |
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But when they set up another prince time beef |
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What's hard at first, but melts in the heat, they call that |
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Plastic ( chorus ) |
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What, Plastic ya'll , plastic, what plastic ya'll ( repeat ) shake it up over here |
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Lord, what they wanna serve me now a cup of dried rainbows and a dark cloud |
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You wanna picture me as you well, no way. |
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See I'm into innovations |
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OK Don't you know they itchy itchy me |
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When they itchy itchy you |
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Passin off the mic through the kissy kissy crew |
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What else can display through a mind that's foul. |
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Can the politics show you how, come on now... |
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I refused to be used as an under cover clone |
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Or even bad to the bone |
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Nocturna caps an "Uh oh" persona |
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That calculate traits that do what you wanna what... |
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Tic toc me for the crazy fliz |
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Do you really want to know what a sellout is |
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Did you ever see a feather that could break a nut |
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They melt every time you heat'em up |
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Because they're ( chorus ) |
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I don't know hip hop, what's this? |
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What's this? |
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See what I'm sayin... |
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Save the snakes because you can't find me. |
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You treat me right |
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I'll be good to you |
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Whatever's clever for the scapegoat's toys |
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The most superficial, sacrificial, interincarnational costume ever |
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And that's called plastic... |
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And that's foul |
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I'll be the sellout, and that's foul |
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I'll be the wick wick wack, and that's foul |
