| So close your eyes, follow your dreams
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| And keep your head to the sky
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| When times get rough, and the clouds get dark
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| And you need to ask yourself why
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| Just listen to the words I say, you’ll find a way
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| To keep pushin' to get by
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| And if you keep this on your mind, stay on your grind
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| It’ll be your time, to take over the world
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| I’m takin' over the world (takin' over the world)
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| I’m takin' over the world, world, world, world, woahwoah
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| I’m takin' over the world (takin' over world)
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| I’m takin' over the world (takin' over the world)
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| I’m takin' over the world, world, world, world, whoawhoa
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| I’m takin' over the world
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| Picture of a child, born in the 80s
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| Rollin' in a bucket with a dream of a Mercedes
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| Singing sweet Sady, to the man of the moon
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| Not a man of the hour, when the mans' in the room
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| But, everybody wasn’t really singing his tune
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| Now everybody’s tunin' in on they T. V
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| Thirty-Thousand CDs, spread across the universe
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| Couldn’t do it without dreaming I did it first
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| And dreams like women if you only sleep with 'em
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| Nothin' ever comes from 'em, but I bet you still love 'em
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| But love ain’t buzzin'
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| Listen to these wise words, spoken by my cousin
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| What your about to do is so historic
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| They can’t deny the win, if you keep scorin'
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| Whatever is in your heart, don’t ignore it
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| And if you doubt yourself, sing this chorus
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| Tell everyone we gettin' on
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| Tell Bradley, see we livin' on
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| In the club, pissy, all these tracks I’m shittin' onnn
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| Think I need some toilet tissues holmesss
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| I’m just settled in
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| And don’t think I’m ever thinking about settlin'
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| Brainniac, Mike Phelps, gold medalin'
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| On the couch, no gouls, then we bring the kettle in
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| And I just need a mic like
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| I was Scotty Pippen that said life is a bitch
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| And I told her I was pimpin'
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| Louie V. luggage, and I’m trippin', trippin'
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| Haters, I can hate you from a distance
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| My plane is mile high, can’t rest till them hundreds stacked sky high
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| And a sober moment can’t fuck up my high
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| South-side of Harlem
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| Close your eyes
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| God bless your life
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| To my man Double O, God bless your life
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| To the brainiac, God bless your life
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| My man, God bless your life
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| Goodnight |