[Chorus (Talkbox)]
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If you don't like me
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And it's looking likely
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I don't like you
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You'll have to fight me
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If you don't ease u
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Then roll your sleeves up
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And we can meet outside right now
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[Verse 1]
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Spun a web of lies, took notes from charlotte
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Throw a red herring, paint the white house scarlet
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Pennsylvania ave was the last red carpet
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Then Bush relapsed like a rehabbed starlet
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(I feel carsick) Stop the Paris Hilton carousel
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Hot as hell it smells like kerosene and caramel
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America's flaring and we're carrying a parasols
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Paranoid of terror cells parents scared of aerosols
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Said if you care at all
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Fight for the ones who fall
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Fight for the ones who can't
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Fight for the one for the all
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And fight for the ones who rep (yes)
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For the one percent
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At the bottom
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And against the one two one two step
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For ones who come correct
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I don't want to sit back
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With a big mac and a rack of natty ice
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Six pack in my lap
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Skinemax on blast
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Sticking to the facts of life
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(Right) said If you're taller better follow who you're stepping on
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Cause I'll be brawling like the fighting irish leprechaun
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[Verse 2 (Dahlak)]
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[?]
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[Verse 3]
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I don't need a chart to see
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That I look hard to me
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No Chardonay pumping through my arteries
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My heart'll say
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I should take the harder way
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If I got a part to play, I won't make it Bartleby
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At least this Starter T is feeling like an armor piece
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The cloth is guarding me
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Like it's righteous artistry
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So far to lead us to indagadenevita
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To seeking god in your freedom
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To god i gotta lead a vida bonita
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Cause see to lead a beautiful life
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Is more than eating, sleeping and meeting suitable wife
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You gotta fight!
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While luda's throwing bows in A-town
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I'll be throwing blows like little children on the playground
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Hey now, you should know the bay
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Seeming sorta tame
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We can go insane
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If you're on lower plane like when a boeing lands
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My fist detaches at the wrist
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So I'll be throwing hands
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Fight! Fight! Fight!
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| Watsky |
