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My neighbours keep gettin mugged so we sleep with the alarm on |
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Bedroom filled with Mricro-SD's and Comme Des Garcons |
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Staring at the ceiling listening to So Far Gone |
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Tryna make the world pay me pay me like carson |
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My mom say I need to put on weight like Kelly Clarkson |
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She say I work like a soldier steady marchin' |
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Left right, left right, left right, left right |
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Tryna keep it smelling like Elizabeth Arden, ahh |
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Apartments, yard river garden |
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Money in the jeans, car key in the cardigan |
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When i was a kid I wish that I could be in Narnia |
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Every time my father disregarded an argument |
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Wishin I was sitting on the moon, watching videos |
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Wishin I was living on the shoot, with dishonest youths |
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Doing things I didn't wanna do |
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Wishin I could see the world through a different point of view |
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Leave your baggage at the stairs and your worries at the door |
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You don't have to think about problems anymore |
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(I can make you, believe in anything) |
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Uh, I know that everything's changed |
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But a month of this illusion just so I don't go insane |
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(I can make you, believe in anything) |
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Uh, you eva been too fed up to get up |
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Or wish you had a huge shredder for a few letters |
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Dreaming up these stories of these whole new adventures |
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Like new Louis Vuittons on the new Cinderella |
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Check your sense of humour on the new rumours getting bent |
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Around me teaching you a lesson |
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And I don't mean a lecture |
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Cause only fake [Bitch, bitch]dudes get jealous |
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And we'll never let a [bitch, bitch]dude get near us |
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Cause we're up with the stars, somewhere in outer space |
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Cause on the underground I felt so out of place |
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I got Tom, Dick and Harry all lookin' at my face |
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I know they wanna say safe but don't know how to say it |
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Bad body language, I don't understand it |
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When they see Patrick then they all turn to gangsters |
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And that's a passage from my mantra |
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I started reading from a whole different chapter |
