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[Verse 1] |
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I've been rappin' since the apparition |
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[Inaudible] was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn't |
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Might have made a bad decision |
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He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion |
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While Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of Winstons |
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Up on a church hill, acid trippin' with older men |
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As they tell her stories, she's seducin' them |
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But she's only usin' them |
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My studio is filled with spirits |
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And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends |
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Yeah, and lord knows that we hate the questions |
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So back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playin' table tennis at dinner |
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I end up so bitter when I lose |
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Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes |
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[Hook] |
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And I'm dancin' |
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Never got the steps right |
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Loose, I never slept tight |
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But I'ma keep dancin' |
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[Verse 2] |
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I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to America |
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Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier |
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A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera |
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Split your line up like James Farrior |
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I've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure |
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Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn |
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Wiffle Balls, child's toys, ain't fuckin' with amateurs |
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I'm Ken Griffey on the Mariners |
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Okay I'm way beyond the boundaries, outside of parameters |
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The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur |
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And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time |
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I've experienced every feelin' except fine |
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I'm line dancin' again |
