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[Intro] Flippin' out ' |
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Cause I'm flippin' out |
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Flippin' out |
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Flippin' out ' |
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Cause I'm flippin' out |
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Flippin' out [Verse 1] |
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Yeah, good night, good mornin' |
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Wake it up, wake it up |
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Sleepy bacon egg |
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McMuff- Mikey told me start off everyday with some angel dust |
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Got that fairy, |
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Tinkerbell |
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The shit that have me thinkin', well |
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I'm sinking into deep depression, nosedive in the wishing well |
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Brought a bunch of quarters up |
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Sorry that your wish sucks |
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I'm in love with hip hop |
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But most of my fans just fist pump |
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Slutty girls in summer camp, they come to |
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France and did stuff |
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And never eat and never leave, |
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I think I see her ribs, yuck |
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Let me take you to |
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American Apparel |
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Ooh, Abercrombie, nah |
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Aeropostale |
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Mothers seem to love me, yeah |
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I'm Eddie |
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Haskelll Locked a bunches of princesse-se-ses inside my castle |
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Made my own direction, yeah |
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I never care what you say |
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I'm just like |
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Skins, I work better in the |
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UK I just got in, they already screamin' you late |
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Well, fuck the curfew, let's keep it |
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DL Hughley [Hook] |
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I don't really know just where my head's at |
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I don't really know what it's about |
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So I flip out |
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And I like to flip out [Verse 2] |
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Maybe I'll admit it, everything |
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I do is sicker |
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But I never take a day from work, |
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I'm more like |
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Cal E. Ripken |
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And I hate to share the stage, |
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I'll never say |
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I'm Kelly |
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Ripa Rippin' what? |
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Rippin' beats, shit. |
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Ask me where's |
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Regis Hotel was so clean til |
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I brought her under sheets and |
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You ain't heard of me, but |
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I win, King's speech, yep |
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This is what |
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I do, leave them other kings speechless |
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Eatin all the tiger blood, the lunch that |
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Charlie Sheen fixed |
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Ooh I really want, |
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Ooh I really need this |
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Superficial women take me out to |
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Chuck E. Cheese, quick |
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Please do not forget the fifth graders and the freegrets |
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Leave our table messy cause the waiter looks like |
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Jesus Uh, |
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Jesus Christ, nah, |
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Jesus from the neighborhood |
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What up to |
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Long Island, |
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I came back so |
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I could say what's good |
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More like |
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De La Soul, less like other white folk |
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Have you seen 8 |
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Mile, though? |
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I choked [Hook] |
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I don't really know just where my head's at |
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I don't really know what it's about |
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So I flip out |
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And I like to flip out |
