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Everybody wants to be a showman |
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Yeah they all got another one |
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Everybody thinks they got a genius |
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Everybody got me on the run |
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Sometimes I think they come here |
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Just so you can say that you can |
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And I can't get alone in my bathroom |
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I need to give myself a hand |
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Ya'll cuh-cuh-cuh-creepin' |
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Creepin' underneath my skin |
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Fuck you and your flashbulbs |
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Snappin' my picture again |
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You drank all my whiskey |
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You stole all my smoke |
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And you're crowded all around me |
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Like I got nowhere to go |
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Eyes are gonna roll back |
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I'm here to kill |
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Time for you to go |
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I'm-a-gon' spill |
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It ain't yo fast train |
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I'll be the king runnin' near the wheel |
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I ain't lookin' to make no deals here no |
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You keep stickin' to me like a prickly porcupine |
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You're gettin' your information from the grocery checkout line |
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Are you through confessin' of your little girl obsession |
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'Cause I was only messin' and I had a little time |
