How you gonna top yourself
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When there is nobody else
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How you gonna do it by yourself
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Cause I'm not gonna be here to help you
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Yeah
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Alright
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How you gonna top yourself
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When there is nobody else
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How you gonna do it by yourself
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Cause I'm not gonna he here to help you
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How you gonna do it alone
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When I don't pick up my phone
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I'll give a dog a bone
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But I'm not gonna stick around to help you
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Hey
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Alright
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Yeah
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How you gonna stop yourself
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When your man stops ringing your bell
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Your right between Heaven and Hell
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And your gonna need the good Lord to help you
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How am I gonna make you see
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That this ain't no way to be
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See you've been gettin' it all for free
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Guess you better get yourself a sugar daddy to help you
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Top yourself
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Such a little girl like a spinning top mamma
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But you're spinning out of control
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It takes sleeping like a snake like you
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To rip apart my soul
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Yeah, rip apart my soul
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Rip apart my soul
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How you gonna rock yourself to sleep
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When I give up my midnight creep girl
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How you gonna get that deep
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When your daddy ain't around here to do it to you
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Yeah, how you gonna do it alone
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When I don't pick up my phone
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I'll give a dog a bone
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But I'm not gonna stick around to help you
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Yeah
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Top yourself
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Top yourself
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Top yourself
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Top Yourself
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| The Raconteurs |
