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If you're cool with it, right, |
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I need you to go back to remembering that you're a poet |
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Who's daughter, who's daughter's stage?on that |
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I know her, I know her by her name |
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Who's daughter, who's daughter's on that stage? |
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She's a queen, now watch her |
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She's drowning ace of spades |
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She dances, and she dances, and she drops it |
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The crowd is yelling pop it, there's a reason she can't stop it |
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She dances, and she dances, and she pops it |
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The crowd is yelling drop it, there's a reason stop itshe can't |
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This a |
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Funeral, death of your innocence |
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Little Lily grown up, barely legitimate |
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All these niggas in here got you scared to be in |
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So you just stand there, dance til you temperate |
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Dance til you in a wick |
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Dance til you in a wick |
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You don't feel the flame now, dance to rekindle it |
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Ran backstage to the bump in the bathroom |
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Kiss a few strangers and dance til you feeling it |
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And yours keep dropping to the floor |
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Whatever you moved on to, you can let it go |
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And just keep dancing on the stage |
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Instead of throwing ones it's white lilies to her face |
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Then she got me backstage like |
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"Let me see your conscience |
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I'll be over dancing at the table of contents" |
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You can turn my pages |
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All these pages are like wages |
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And I would have quit so long |
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But all the money I'll be making got me |
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Dropping to the floor |
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Whatever you moved on to, you can let it go |
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She just keep dancing in my face |
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Instead of throwing ones it's white lilies to the stage |
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She lets go, says she has it under control |
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I count slow, hoping that she'll divulge some more |
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Cause she knows, everything a woman should know |
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And I want, nothing but to see it up close |
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And she keep saying "just grab it if you see what you like" |
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And I keep asking if this is what you want with your life |
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I find the flowers harden out in haunted houses |
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They somehow escape the gardens and walked out |
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into the concrete and now |
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Everytime I see her she be walking to the pole |
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Panties, bra, bra inside, dropping to the floor |
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She climb up, up, up, up, hiding on the pole |
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She walk out with all her precious petals gone and now |
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We can find, roses with no petals in here |
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We can find, lilies spray painted metal in here |
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We can find, them dancing with the devil in here |
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Those white lines and, those white lies |
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Step off the stage and I'm back in a trance |
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With you we're interstellar, I'm gassing your nebula |
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All other flowers, they pale in comparison |
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That's why my florist's hand's slowly caressing you |
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One petals, two petals, back on the floor |
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Touch me, then tease me, then back on your cloak |
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Everything's seemingly Puerto Rico |
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This worthless from verses was stirring your soul |
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Swear I'm not putting you down, though |
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I just hate seeing you drown, slow |
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You say your mind frame is twisted and shit |
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That your faith in humanity's ground floor |
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I'm always one that say think on your own |
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Free is the flower who rose from my home |
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But I'd rather watch you be seated in power |
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than steadily seeing you being dethroned |
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I found the flowers being drowned in dirty water |
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They somehow escape the farmers and are headed out |
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to slaughter and now |
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Everytime I see her she be walking to the pole |
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Panties, bra, bra inside, dropping to the floor |
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She climb up, up, up, up, hiding on the pole |
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She walk out with all her precious petals gone and now |
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We can find, roses with no petals in here |
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We can find, lilies spray painted metal in here |
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We can find, them dancing with the devil in here |
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Those white lines and, those white lies |