[Verse 1]
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What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet ya
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So what brings you backstage in this theatre?
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Oh you're in the crew that plays first
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I shoulda noticed all four of y'all of wore the same shirts
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I bet you got a demo of your work right
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{That's what's up} Can you leave it with my merch guy?
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Well word up, good luck tonight
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And don't forget to drink water, and don't cup that mic, huh
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Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer
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No you can't bring your fans back here
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Nah I'm straight, you can keep your drugs in fact
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Keep em in the alley out back behind the club
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And drop the attitude
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Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of passage dude
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Keep rapping till you get discovered
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But better believe it's last time we ever see each other
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[Hook (Every second line spoken)]
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Cause you played yourself
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Uh yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man?
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You played yourself
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They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ
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You played yourself
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Nah I didn't see you're set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus
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You played yourself
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Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word
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[Verse 2]
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New York, at the Bowery getting down
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With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown
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My first time touring with a live band
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Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand
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I just want to move around and keep it versatile
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But tonight some kid took it personal
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I stopped my set, yo what you yellin bout?
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With your middle up calling me sell out
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Then security rushed him like a gang fight
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Wait, don't kick him out, man it ain't right
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But they wasn't listening to Slug
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I'm just an artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck
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So I finished up my set then
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Ran out the front door to see if I could catch him
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And there he was, mad and drunk
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So I gave him his money and sent him off with a hug
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[Hook (Every second line spoken)]
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Man you played yourself
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Man you can barely stand up, you trynna call me names, punk
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You played yourself
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I understand, I understand dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old
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You played yourself
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Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a band man?
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You played yourself
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Do me a favour, throw away my CDs, I don't want you stupid fans
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[Verse 3]
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Girl please, don't treat me like you treat a toy
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You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy (nope)
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You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits
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I'd rather fantasise that you're a rap advocate
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Look around, you see all these women?
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They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism
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The validating game is degrading
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Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings
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I'm getting too old for the trap
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Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act, huh
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Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka
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I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta
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The shows over, so why you waiting by the bus
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Like I'm supposed to be impressed with the basics
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You don't believe that I don't want to see you naked
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But I'm not hanging out, take care and stay safe kid
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[Hook (Every second line spoken)]
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You played yourself
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Yeah actually I have heard somebody say that to me before
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You played yourself
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You realise I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans
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You played yourself
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Look you are closer to my son's age than, than you are to mine
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You played yourself
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Look, look, the li, the living legends are right there, right over there, go over there!
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You Played Yourself
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