| I see your dirty face high behind your collar
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| What is done in vain, truth is hard to swallow
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| So you pray to God to justify the way you live a lie
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| Live a lie, live a lie
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| And you take your time
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| And you do your crime
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| Well you made your bed
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| I made mine!
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| Because when I arrive, I-I'll bring the fire
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| Make you come alive, I can take you higher
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| What this is, forgot? |
| I must now remind you
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| Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
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| Now the son’s disgraced, he who knew his father
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| When he cursed his name turned and chased the dollar
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| But it broke his heart so he stuck his middle finger to the world
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| To the world, to the world
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| And you take your time
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| And you stand in line
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| Where you’ll get what’s yours
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| I got mine!
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| Because when I arrive, I-I'll bring the fire
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| Make you come alive, I can take you higher
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| What this is, forgot? |
| I must now remind you
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| Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
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| Yeah! |
| Wayne’s World, Planet Rock
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| Panties drop and the tops
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| And she gon' rock 'til the camera stop
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| I sing about angels like Angela
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| (Rock!)
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| And Pamela
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| (Rock!)
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| And Samantha
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| (Rock!)
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| And Amanda
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| And Tamara menage a moi
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| I’m in here like, «Bitch, what’s up?»
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| Mechanic me, I could fix ya up
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| I could dick ya up, I could dick ya down
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| Shorty we could go wherever just pick a town
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| And my jewelry is louder than an engine sound
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| Big ass rocks like on the ground
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| Dirty like sex that’s on the ground
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| Weezy
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| Because when I arrive, I-I'll bring the fire
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| Make you come alive, I can take you higher
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| What this is, forgot? |
| I must now remind you
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| Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
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| Because when I arrive, I-I'll bring the fire
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| Make you come alive, I can take you higher
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| What this is, forgot? |
| I must now remind you
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| Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
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| Just let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
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| (Rock, rock)
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| Let it rock!
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| Let it rock!
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| I’m back like I forgot somethin', I’m somethin'
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| Roll and rock rubbin', rap runnin'
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| Miles like just tryin' to get a flat stomach
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| Like Wayne a personal trainer
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| My aim is perfect, I bang ya
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| Period, like the remainder
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| I wish I could be as cruel as you
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| And I wish I could say the things you do
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| But I can’t and I won’t live a lie
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| No, not this time |