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First scene, producers pointin' like action* |
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As the chain swings, Lettin' shine no Sheen |
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Just my dream, Turn reality |
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Well done they say to me, How flatterin? |
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I'm just makin it work like batteries |
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Abuse and batter me, But never wanna challenge me |
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Leave em shiverin, Lookin in the mirror, like who can fuck with him? |
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Young troublesome, that the ladies love! |
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Packed show at the club, who said wait til 21? |
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Asked who booked, promoter didn't even look my way |
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Ha, ok |
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Party people doin what I say |
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Hands in the air pat ya belly that's enough ay |
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Just seein how much I can get away with |
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Lookin for a bird to get away with |
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Fly in my space ship |
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Take her back to where I live |
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Next to God crib |
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You ain't never been higher than this |
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Young hollywood star livin' lavish |
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Lookin back what a habit |
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Everybody like what happened? |
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Feel like I'm movin backwards |
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Tyga please show out for the camera |
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Now everythings flashin |
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Sittin here like what happened |
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Feel like I'm movin' backwards |
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Will your friends go |
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If u had to choose |
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International will we be travelin' til we old and blue |
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That's how family do |
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But what about if they didn't pay they dues |
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Well I guess I'll pay for that to |
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Accountant tellin me how much I withdrew |
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In the last past year or 2 |
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Ain't gotta say it so loud, ya know |
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I'm just tryin to keep my people proud |
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I'm the one they countin' on to bring the members around |
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I ain't kiddin my mind is far from small child |
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I'm on some Mike Tyson shit up in the first round |
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Knock ya down, And then I smile |
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Throw in the towel |
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I'm so foul |
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X-rayin every girl blouse |
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Forgive me, I'm back calm now |
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Less energy |
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Late-ly |
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I don't know what's gotten in to me |
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Young hollywood star livin lavish |
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Lookin back what a habit |
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Everybody like what happened? |
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Feel like I'm movin backwards |
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Tyga please show out for the camera |
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Now everythings flashin |
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Sittin here like what happened |
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Feel like I'm movin backwards |
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My heart beats |
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Echoes into the cold streets |
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Where nightmares and darkness begin to meet |
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As I see |
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Nobody cares about my history |
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Not even me |
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Holdin tight to my rosary |
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I'm just hopin, someone notice me |
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Hopefully, Sign a cd |
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But right now, does it look to shabby T? |
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Look down cant even see my feet |
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Everythings blurry |
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But now, no more worries for me |
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Maybe go on Maury |
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As the rappers that used to be |
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These days they wont even accept me |
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Except me |
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Some excedrin |
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To get rid of conception |
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Drugs are a blessin |
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To someone with no breakfast, damn |
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It's so hard bein exited, out |
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Tryin to figure out |
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What my whole lifes: Been about |
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Cant even do that right |
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Will i ever see the light |
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We back in the limelight Mike |
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Young hollywood star livin lavish |
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Lookin back what a habit |
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Everybody like what happened? |
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Feel like I'm movin backwards |
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Tyga please show out for the camera |
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Now everythings flashin |
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Sittin here like what happened |
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Feel like I'm movin backwards |
