| It’s your turn, it’s your turn at last
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| It’s your turn, ain’t no turning back
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| I know you see it, so go and get it
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| We believe in you (we believe)
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| We believe in you (we believe)
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| We believe in you (we believe)
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| Welcome to your twenties, baby
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| I know you’re gonna do amazing
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| All you gotta do is get it
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| All you gotta do is get it
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| So there I was, on the wooded path, mountainous horizon line
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| I’m drawn toward it so I sprint like the Verizon guy
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| I gotta get there, that’s the whole point
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| Atop the mountain is a spinning gold coin
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| So I jog like memories, I ran like Tehran
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| I walked till my knees locked up like Akon
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| Till my feet sore like planes
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| But this mountain’s feeling closer, this is gonna be my opus
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| Then one day up ahead, a door, it was red
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| As I approached the door, I felt the allure
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| I turned the handle, fell to a bed
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| The bed grew bigger, then burst
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| Then I fell, I landed softly on the Earth
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| Naked ladies came to save me, lift me up and then they bathed me
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| Saw a jaguar lapping up the honey out the basin
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| Then I shrunk and the ground turned to many twerking asses
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| I bounced around for hours, could’ve been nearly a thousand
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| I exploded into magic, cold water hit my visage
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| Now I’m back up in the forest with the mountains in the distance
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| The trail looks steep, and the mountains seem farther
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| The sun moved lower, and the grass got darker
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| Welcome to your twenties, baby
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| I know you’re gonna do amazing
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| All you gotta do is get it
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| And then one morning on the path, on his back, in the black grass
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| I met an old man, named Dan, with cold hands
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| I asked if he needed help, he said, «No, you do»
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| I cry out, «what do you mean?», he replied, «The grass is green»
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| This guy is crazy, he yelled, «You have never been as high as me!»
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| Man this dude was weird, so I bounced like dryer sheets
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| Toward the mountain I navigate like Copernicus
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| Self-motivation, pep talks, that’s my verbiage
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| I’d be there by now, but my journey been discourteous
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| So I still march like February 30th (oh shit)
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| But the red doors pepper my periphery
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| I try to avoid 'em like I do Jehovah Witnesses
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| But sometimes I slip, whoop! |
| Banana peel go inside
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| Then return the panorama, feel so inclined
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| I’m getting near-towards maybe three-fourths
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| There’s something I’ve never seen before, oh my god
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| What’s that, a green door?
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| I got toward it, I could smell the appeal
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| I opened and I fell into a verdure of field
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| A purple sky, blades of jade cater nines
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| Several emerald trees
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| I floated up, I’m flying on a dragonfly
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| Raindrops on droptop, I swerve around it
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| While the blue and red ones we hit from, they’ll take you out
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| And see me riding on a giant dinosaur through local counties
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| Dropping several head of lettuce man, my pigment growing algae
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| All my friends are laughing, welcome to the jungle
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| I could stay in here forever 'cause it’s shelter from the tundra
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| But I’m still not up the mountainside, doors start to multiply
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| Both directions magnetize, coin might be poltergeist
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| Start to wonder how can I? |
| Clock is running out of time
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| Fear and doubt, they galvanize, demons all amalgamize
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| Came too far, I can’t go back
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| No GUTS for this Agrocrag
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| Someone grabbed my back and tapped
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| It’s Dan, he turned me round, I gasped
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| Sprawling valley below, I never noticed
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| Grey turned green as the scene blurred to focus
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| Autumnal colorways paint the acreage below us
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| Stretch into a shore where the forest turn to ocean
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| Felt a thawing of emotion, blacklight turned prism
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| The knot in my stomach untangled to a ribbon
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| I sat and the camera zoomed out till I’m nothing
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| See the coin twinkle like a gold moon up above him
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| But we believe in you
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| We believe in you
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| No really, we believe in
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| Welcome to your twenties, baby
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| I know you’re gonna do amazing
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| All you gotta do is get it
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| All you gotta do is get it |