| Okay, okay
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| Yeah, check it
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| While it seems' streets on fire
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| And the statues hit the ground
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| We balance on tight wires
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| Scared to just look down
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| It feels like the final hour
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| And the time’s running out
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| They say we got less than a minute to question
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| Who’s counting down?
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| Better count me out, can’t commit
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| We South of 5th for the rest of the days I exist
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| You better off try’na calm your ex bitch
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| Better sound the alarm when I’m walking in
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| Looking like they ain’t on me again and again
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| And I’m fine with it, we needed to clench
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| But not right bfore we all hurt some mor
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| And I’ll search for more, let’s not play pretend
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| I heard revolution’s what you are wanting
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| Then pray to God to keep what you got
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| So that change won’t last a day if you don’t pay back the things you bought
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| So fuck talking 'bout it, rob the bandwagon
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| Let’s take their shit and then add the taxes
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| It’s getting drastic in the plastic age
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| Better pick us out or sit back and pray
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| It just dawned on me
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| When the horns play and the drums go I find truth
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| Been spending all my days and nights alone just try’na find you
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| Now your all mine and you’re online with my crew
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| And If I’s you, I’d advise you to do what I do
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| Make noise, make noise, make noise for me
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| 'Cause them boys won’t let you live in peace
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| Make noise, make noise, make noise for me
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| Make noise, make noise until we’re free
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| Up a ladder that’s 90 feet tall and 50 rungs
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| I’m waiving flags, now they hit the drums
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| I ain’t hearing nothing but them shifty tongues
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| Run, quickly, run that is 60 huh?
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| Get the guns now, reload 'em
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| Fill the chamber up like we smoking
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| Kill you neighbors with a sneeze, hold it
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| Don’t breathe, hold it, call field broken
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| I’m running 'round to find paradise
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| They telling me now to go higher bruh
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| I’m asking round «Is this Heaven, y’all?»
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| They telling me «No, man, it’s Iowa»
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| I got evil schemes in this field of dreams
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| Nothing is quite what it seems
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| But they out they league when trendy things
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| Are no longer just gettin' them seen
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| Player I’m gone
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| My brain is basically banana paste before the dawn (Ah)
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| But what the fuck have you been on?
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| I been just sitting here cutting through this static
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| Waiting for the moment we should panic
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| I just wanna know the one who planned it
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| Then I’ll grab the next thing up off the planet (Yeah)
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| Make noise, make noise, make noise for me
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| 'Cause them boys won’t let you live in peace
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| Make noise, make noise, make noise for me
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| Make noise, make noise until we’re free |