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The day long, is what the hell is wrong? |
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I still ain't blown up yet. |
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And I hate this fucking music that they made me sing, |
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They can have the deal back, 'cause I won't understand. |
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I'm so sorry to my fans, I hope you'll understand, |
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But I have, I'm through, I don't wanna be famous, I'm through. |
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You can't tell me what to sing no more. |
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Now I'm living through the music, |
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I'm the best, now time to prove it, hey |
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What you mean you don't believe in me? |
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'Cause you never see me on the KBJ. |
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But wait 'till I date a rapper, media take out before and after. |
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That's when I'll be a star in your eyes. |
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Why I still do this shit? I don't know why. |
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Feel like a rolling stone rolled away from home. |
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Should I find a rich man, have his kids and sit at home? |
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No, I wanna sleep under stars with the clouds in my eyes, |
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I wanna found me a man who'll love me for life. |
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He'll love me for life. |
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What do I do when all the liquor's gone? |
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'Cause I will need to pour another just to finish these songs |
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That I don't wanna sing. |
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All renegate a long way from home. |
