| You’re so lovely, thinking you’re above me
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| You’re just a couple of pretty boys spreading white noise
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| But everybody goes south when the truth comes out
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| If I handed you a map and the key to my brain
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| Would you take all the credit and crack the champagne
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| As you dwell in your cellars and your house of pain
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| I’ll bring my army to your party and dance the night away
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| And have a laugh while the pretty girl beats you down
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| With a sucker punch, down, down, down
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| Don’t look at me
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| 'Cause I’ll never be what you want me to be
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| You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
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| Don’t look at me
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| 'Cause I’ll never be what you want me to be
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| You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
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| Won’t you show me what you’re really made of
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| What you’re afraid of, everything to gain
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| Now you’re so vain, go and yank your chain
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| If I handed you a map and the key to my brain
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| Would you rave about yourself and fake it all the way
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| To dwell in your cellars and your house of pain
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| I’ll bring my army to your party and dance the night away
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| And have a laugh while the pretty girl beats you down
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| With a sucker punch, down, down, down
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| Your shattered ego scattered all over the ground, ground, ground
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| Don’t look at me
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| 'Cause I’ll never be what you want me to be
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| You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
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| Don’t look at me
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| 'Cause I’ll never be what you want me to be
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| You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
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| Don’t look at me
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| 'Cause I’ll never be what you want me to be
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| You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
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| Nah, I’m not the army to your party
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| Got a baddie sitting shotty when I’m whipping that Bugatti
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| Hold up… whoa, when we rolling down your block
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| Keep that thing cocked, stash box, looking for the cops
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| I’m fucking heavy artillery, we go hard with that shit
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| We don’t take nothing from no one, I pull up with that stick
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| I gotta keep the fire on me like a flame on a BIC
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| I got some homies still in chains who do the same with that shit
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| (Crichy)
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| Don’t look at me
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| 'Cause I’ll never be what you want me to be
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| You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
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| Don’t look at me
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| 'Cause I’ll never be what you want me to be
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| You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
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| You brought your army to your party but your fight is with me |