| ... And could I have like, a little bit harder tune, actually? |
| Please? |
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| Wake up, line up, can't stop |
| Too much pressure might get squashed |
| Think I'm special but I'm not |
| The grind, get mine, I'm tryin' |
| In this tunnel, I get lost |
| 'Cause I'm tiny like a dot |
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| Weight of the world on my back |
| Losing myself, my control |
| And if I get stuck in a crack |
| Come dig me out of this hole |
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| And you can't stay mad at me |
| I'm just an animal |
| A micro-celebrity |
| But I mean nothing at all |
| It hurts but I'm scared to leave |
| But maybe I'm just too small |
| Everything's big to me |
| And I mean nothing at all |
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| L.A. Fires, I get bread |
| I'm alive until I'm dead |
| I can't help it, I'm so scared |
| I hear voices in my head |
| I once lived under a rock |
| I'm so tiny I forgot |
| Magnifying glass gets hot |
|
| Weight of the world on my back |
| Losing myself, my control |
| And if I get stuck in a crack |
| Come dig me out of this hole |
|
| And you can't stay mad at me |
| I'm just an animal |
| A micro-celebrity |
| But I mean nothing at all |
| It hurts but I'm scared to leave |
| But maybe I'm just too small |
| Everything's big to me |
| And I mean nothing at all |
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