| Liar, you don’t live nothing like your photo
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| Soft like a marshmallow, heart pumps cocoa
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| I put my hood up to look like a cobra
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| Minnesota make moves like a poker
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| No joker, shake up the snow globe
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| Blow me on a roller coaster at Como
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| I’m at the grocery store in my bathrobe
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| Bad bad daddy and I still ain’t plateaued
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| Southsider, pied piper
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| Settin' traps for the rats in the choir
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| Big Slug got love for hire
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| With the turntables up on the drum riser
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| Now let your momma admire this rhyme writer
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| While I catch last dance at the Lamplighter
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| Don’t ever fight the desire to kill a spider
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| If it bit the hand of a vampire
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| I’m on top of the world
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| Watch the waves
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| I’m at a truck stop, about to cop some shades
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| I’m at the horse track, blacked out backstage
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| There’s a time and place to stop riding the brakes
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| Everything looks blurry to us
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| We not certain what we workin' to touch
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| Might remind you of an ordinary person but
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| I’m the shit, I get followed by a courtesy flush
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| Compel, the clientele
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| To get in line and smell what I’m tryna to sell
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| And if I cry it’s not a cry for help
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| I live my life like I’m alive and well
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| So what if I, could justify the jump just to fly
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| What if we don’t get another try? | 
| Skydive to survive
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| Hands up high we about to go live
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| The first to hate it is just the last to taste it
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| I’m tryna see past your makeshift
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| Face mask made of cheap masking tape
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| Sedate and then we amputate
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| I’m on top of the world
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| Watch the waves
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| I’m at a truck stop, about to cop some shades
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| I’m at the horse track, blacked out backstage
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| There’s a time and place to stop riding the brakes
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| (She don’t know why she love it)
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| So you mad now?
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| So you mad now?
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| I can see it in your eyes all that pain weighing heavy (Ha)
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| Cause it’s my way obvious, one fifty down the highway (Fuck it)
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| She don’t know why she love it |