| Must be hard to be able to put everybody you know down
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| Maybe you never really had to know how
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| How it feels to be inferior to you
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| And I can only imagine, and it can only be tragic
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| To have the women fall at your feet, just a piece of meat, ah!
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| When life gives you lemon, you make lemonade
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| And I could surely be up, but I been afraid
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| You are the one, you are the one
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| So what you want, can you get it done?
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| I’d like to put ya rubber mask in the fire but you never run
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| Then there’s me and I don’t even dance
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| And I won’t take a chance
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| To let you put that note on my back, kick me in my pants
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| And I don’t even know
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| What it feels like to glow
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| I leave that up to y’all
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| I’ll be the flower on the wall
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| A-one, two, flower do do
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| A-three, four, flower do do
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| Must be hard when you know they gonna be knockin' ya door down
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| Tell me which one of you gonna come now
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| And you got them boys fighting for you
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| You so fine, so fine
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| And I’m so blind, so blind
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| Tell me how does it feel for you to win every time
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| Now when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade
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| And I can surely be up but I been afraid
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| Go to the mall and buy everything
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| 'Cause you could fit damn near like everything
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| You’re like the portrait of a model
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| But your beauty ain’t out of a bottle
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| Then there’s she, she don’t even dance
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| She won’t take a chance
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| To let you put the note on her back, kick her in her pants
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| And she don’t even know
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| What it feels like to glow
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| Leave it up to y’all
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| And be the flower on the wall
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| I used to think it must be nice
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| To be the popular dude in school and duck these fights
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| They pick it with me 'cause I’m bummy with scuffy Nikes
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| The cheerleader I wanted to date had ducked me twice
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| You know the ladies they love me, psych
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| They needed me just like a Sunday-school bus need Christ
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| Always down on my luck, please life
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| Can you give me something brighter when I un-clutch these dice
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| Rolled 'em, pressed a lot of records and then I sold 'em
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| Then it screwed how I posed and turned Lamar Odom
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| Dollars I can’t fold them, guess I showed 'em
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| Those who never chose him: the hoes all on my scrotum
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| Shut off, closed out, all of them get the synonym
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| Do you remember them two squares in school, you know Aaron and Chris;
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| now they blew up and rapping with Eminem?
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| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, I 'member them
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| A-one, two, flower do do, eh ya
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| A-three, four, flower do do
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| And I don’t even dance
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| And I won’t take a chance
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| To let you put that note on my back, kick me in my pants
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| And I don’t even know
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| What it feels like to glow
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| I leave that up to y’all
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| Flowers on the wall |