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Until they put my face on a million dollar bill! [Verse 1:] |
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Until I got swamp-ass, |
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Campin' In my |
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Levi's working, |
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In the moonlight, silhouetted, |
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Tryna get it perfect |
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In a lab coat beakers overflowin', |
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I'm determined, |
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Flickers on the wet walls, candle wax burnin' |
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In the catacomb cellar |
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Writin' tighter than a virgin |
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Loose leaf- |
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Einstein, wrote in broken |
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German Immersed in my work, servants in the hall |
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Too nervous to disturb him he might turn into a jerk |
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I got the shortest fuse |
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But the fortitude, to prove |
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I made it concentrated like |
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I'm orange juice |
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Until they've all discovered em, or |
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I'm bald and bumbling |
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I will scrawl on these walls, keep my cauldron bubbling |
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I shriek Eureka in the night and it echoes in the hills |
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When I think, ink trembles in the quills |
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Resilliant, 'til |
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I'm the one civilians want to kill |
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Until they put my face on a million dollar bill! [Hook:] |
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So mom, I promise, |
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I'm gonna be large! |
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So mom, I promise, |
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I'm gonna be large! |
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So mom, I promise, |
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I'm gonna be large! |
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Someday, I'mma stop tryna borrow your car! |
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So mom, I promise, |
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I'm gonna be large! |
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So mom, I promise, |
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I'm gonna be large! |
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So mom, I promise, |
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I'm gonna be large! |
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Until they put my face on a million dollar bill! [Verse 2:] |
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I told my boss this morning |
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I'm not gonna be back |
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So I won't need the shifts that |
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I normally have |
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My only source of income is gonna be rap |
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Because I want it like women don't wanna be fat |
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My mom can keep her car, |
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I would normally ask |
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But I'm gonna turn my normal into |
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Porsches and cash |
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With disproportionate portions of populations of people |
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Partaking proudly in the practice of pushing my tracks (Humongous) |
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I was lookin' obese, flippin' through photographs |
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Laughin' at the old me, wallet full of cheese |
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Stuffed like pierogies, raviolis |
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Dictionaries addin' words like |
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Sposey or bimpin' or |
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DYD, until villages of children wanna be like me |
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Until I got crowns, and whole towns to leave in my will, |
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Until they put my face on a million dollar bill! [Hook:] [Verse 3:] |
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There are some cats who say |
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That I've already done enough |
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I say fuck that, |
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I haven't even made a million bucks! |
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I would rather kick the bucket than slum it with runners up |
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So I'm jizzin' on your shingles, still |
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I'm coming up |
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Until I'm bigger than |
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Jesus, bigger than wrestling, |
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Bigger than |
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Bieber, bigger than sexting, |
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Bigger than the |
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Internet and cigarettes combined |
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You can doubt it in your mind but |
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I'm sure of it in mine! |
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God dammit rhyme divine borderline messy antic |
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All humility aside, the illest on the planet |
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If I didn't think that, |
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I wouldn't keep rantin' |
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Stay Sharpe like |
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Shannon 'til the day that |
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I vanish I'm a man with a canvas, plans outlandish |
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More bread than a club sandwich |
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I got no ambulance blarin', |
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I'm just sharin' my skills |
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Until they put my face on a million dollar bill! [Hook:] [Outro:] |
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On a million dollar bill |
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Million-Million dollar bill |
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On a million dollar, million dollar, million dollar bill! |
