| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Um, (What? What’s up?)
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| Yeah, well
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| You could have the world in the palm of your hand
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| You still might drop it
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| And everybody wanna reach inside your pockets
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| I tell 'em, «red light, stop it»
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| Shit, that give me more headaches than alcoholics
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| There was nothin' in my wallet, just a lot of dreamin'
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| I built a crib on top o' the Promised Land, we’ll call it even
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| Hmm, I bring more flavor than all the seasons
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| Winter, spring, summer, fall
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| The grass is always greener 'til I cut it all
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| Please leave me to my studies, I give you no applause
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| My hands been countin' money, and it’s hard to be the boss
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| But somebody gotta do it (It gets so exhausting)
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| Often with the bullshit, but, baby, I been through it
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| Enough for the both of us
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| So come over later and we won’t let no one close to us
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| We could be posted up
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| Yeah
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| Okay, well, you could have the world in the palm of your hand
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| You still might drop it
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| And everybody wanna reach inside your pockets
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| So it goes
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| It’s like, in every conversation, we the topic
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| This narcissism, more like narcotics
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| So it goes
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| Well, everybody gather round
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| I’m still standing, sit down
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| Whoa-oh
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| And I know I been out (and I know I been out)
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| But now I’m back in town (but now I’m back in town) so I
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| Show you the ropes
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| So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
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| Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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| Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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| So it goes (so it goes)
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| Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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| Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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| So it goes
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| Well, this is a special delivery, comin' to you live with the
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| Endless artillery, always down to ride
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| My eyes on the enterprise
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| Nine lives, never die, fuck a heaven, I’m still gettin' high
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| Never mind, did I mention I’m fine?
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| 'Cause her pussy gettin' wetter when the weather dry
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| Clementine, peelin' off and everyone get left behind
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| I’m only 5'7'' 'cept I’m feelin' like I’m 7'5″
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| Damn it, cross planets, interstellar
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| Never land, not a Jackson, packed with action
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| So what’s happening, my man?
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| No relaxing, kicking back, this ain’t exactly in the plan
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| I can’t get no satisfaction, goddamn
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| They sayin' I been gone too long
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| I could just tell 'em fuck you, but that come on too strong
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| My god, it go on and on
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| Just like a circle, I go back where I’m from
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| Well, everybody gather around
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| I’m still standing, sit down
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| Whoa-oh
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| And I know I been out (and I know I been out)
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| But now I’m back in town (but now I’m back in town) so I
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| Show you the ropes
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| So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
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| Da da da da da, da da da
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| Da da da da da, da da
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| So it goes (so it goes)
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| Da da da da da, da da da
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| Da da da da da da, da da
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| So it goes |