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Didn't see me comin' |
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Great times, at last |
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Got to be more comin' |
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'and if it flips what? |
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It will get caught in the net |
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I'm empty and scarred |
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I'm here now |
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Flying under your radar |
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Investigate but it's much too late |
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And I push it through |
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And it still isn't set up your radar |
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Such a small world view |
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Just eat what you're fead |
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And you're shaking my head |
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The smirk has moves past you |
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Like somebody,your 5 cents doesn't work |
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I will fuck with your head, but truth hurts |
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A hand full of dirt in your eyes |
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Flyin' under you radar |
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Investigate but it's much too late |
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And I push it through |
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And it still isn't set up your radar |
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Need to clean your ears cause |
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You're laying your tongue |
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And your skin is not dead |
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And your butt soldier shows bad taste for years |
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Display our worst fears and your face |
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Don't make it a fake case |
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For we strike so far beneath |
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Soon you'll learn ,some mouths to feed |
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Flyin' under you radar |
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Investigate but it's much too late |
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And I push it through |
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And it still isn't set up your radar |
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Flyin' under you radar |
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Investigate but it's much too late |
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And I push it through |
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And it still isn't set up your radar |
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Like that,like that |
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Like this , like this |
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Look fat, look fat |
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Don't miss, don't miss |
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Peace! |
