| Drivin' down the road with a couple more miles to go
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| I’m so close but they don’t know
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| Got some freaky hoes and weed to blow
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| Rock the cleanest clothes
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| My life different from every single kid you know
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| Places I go out on my own
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| Hoes stay blowin' up my phone
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| But I wanna be left alone
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| Doin shows, hittin' four, five cities in a row
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| Hit me with some dough, cause they know I’m bout to blow
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| You can always say no if you wanna lay low
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| Girl you look so good you need to get up on the floor
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| Don’t you feel good, don’t you feel great?
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| I feel so fly and I hope you can relate
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| I got some brand new shoes and a brand new tee
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| It’s the same old dude, but a brand new me
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| I’ve been up and I’ve been down
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| Thought I was the coolest mothafucker around
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| But I’m just another face in the crowd
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| I said I’m just another face in the crowd
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| They tell me its impossible to do it, I’d be stupid if I tried
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| But I’m usin' a maneuver, keep on movin' 'em aside
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| I’m just tryna to make some music for the ride
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| Listen to it when you drive, destination you arrive
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| Russell Crow, just a Beautiful Mind
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| Got talent, imagine what I’ll do with some time
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| I’m givin you a high feelin', movin' your spine
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| Usually find, me chillin' up in Jupiter, I’m
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| So happy when you mad, Khakis, let em' sag
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| Mom says you could see my ass, and she laughed
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| Blindfolded on the turnpike, hopin' I don’t crash
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| Stashin' the weed under the passenger seat
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| Hope these sixteen wheelers don’t crash into me People takin' pictures when I pass in the street
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| Zoom by, don’t fasten my seat
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| Belt, and now you know how we felt |