[Verse 1: Janelle Monae]
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I am sharper than a razor
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Eyes made of lasers
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Bolder than the truth
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They want me locked up in the system
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'Cause I'm on a mission
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Blame it on my youth
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Too long I've been out here on my own
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Now I'm bout to bring it home
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Like a rolling stone
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I ain't never been afraid to die
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Look a man in the eye
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[Chorus: Janelle Monae]
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I come to give you what you love...
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It's time to give you what you love...
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I'm a give you what you love...
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Givin' you what you love...
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[Verse 2:]
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[Prince:]
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I am sharper than a switchblade
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First and last of what God made and that's the truth
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But man, keep on tryna' hold me back
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While another chicken head come home to roost
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Too strong, tryna do me wrong
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And the last one standing will order to my dance
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Ohho... dance!
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[Janelle Monae:]
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Run tell your preacher and your teacher
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge: x2]
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I say to take your time!
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Take what you love
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Baby, just enough
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But never too much
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Take your time!
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Would you give me what you love!
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Would you give me what you love!
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[Guitar Solo]
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[Outro:]
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Two dimes walked up in the building
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Tall and concealing, wearing fancy things
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Chopped up with a knife, hammered like a screw.
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When they walked in the room we didn't know what to do
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One looked at me and I looked back
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She said, "Can you tell me where the party's at?"
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She followed me back to the lobby
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Yeah, she was looking at me for some undercover love
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Givin' Em What They Love
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| Janelle Monae |
