| Light a match, let it burn
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| Smell the essence of exquisite herbs
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| We are all products of the earth
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| Just to grow we need a little dirt
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| When you’re winning they pay attention
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| When your’re walking through the struggle they’ll never mention ya
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| Keep the grass real low so you can see the snakes
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| Now that you’ve been through the fire you know what it takes
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| Count em out, line em up, knock em down
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| Even when they expect you to fall
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| A flag at a half stand means nothing at all
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| Stare through my Balenciaga, sipping on Henny
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| I swear to God nothing can break or bend me
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| What you know about Basquiats or riding Bentleys
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| Who are you to judge
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| In this city of love
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| When were only just American dreaming
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| When were only just American dreaming
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| When were only just American dreaming
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| What’s giants when you know you’ve got just one stone to throw
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| You gotta fight
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| When you’re hungry for it all
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| You know you got an appetite
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| Nothing’s fair when you play in this game of war
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| Can’t be scared, face it, head on, buckle up
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| Want my position, then prepare for the collision
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| Count em out, line em up, knock em down
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| Even when they expect you to fall
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| A flag at a half stand means nothing at all
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| Stare through my Balenciaga sipping on Henny
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| I swear to God nothing can break or bend me
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| If you’re not with me now
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| Then you’re against me
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| Who are you to judge
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| In this city of love
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| When were only just American dreaming
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| When were only just American dreaming
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| When were only just American dreaming |