(feat. MNDR & Q-Tip)
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Un, deux, trois
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Bang, bang, bang
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Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
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one by one, by one
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no more skylarking, around my head
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your information
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but there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers
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On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho'
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40k contract, take it out the do'
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dice, symbolise my life, roll 'em on the flo'
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from your grubby hands, as you hand the grand stand
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you live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie
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hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
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think you got us fooled, ooh never again
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first time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
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No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
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No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
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Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin'
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with late night divisions, and lab app decisions
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but based with decisions, to fight a fricassAⓒe
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and you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
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difficile, immbocile, is it fake, is it real
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are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
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there's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
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if you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
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Numbers, you got that number
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you're looking outwards, and don't see the big picture
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over your shoulder, you'll get no last words
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because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
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No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
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we're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
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we're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
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we're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth
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we're believin' in each other, not you, you, you
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Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
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we climb the structure (you scale the ladder)
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you build it higher (you make us madder)
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we take our aim (so now we're bearin' off)
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you perch above your nest ( _ in your charms)
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the stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
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that's what got you dead
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No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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je te plumerai la, tAªte
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Un, deux, trois
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no one ever does it like that anymore
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bang, bang, bang
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when feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette)
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un, deux, trois
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no one ever does it like that anymore
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bang, bang, bang (alouette)
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when feathers fly, you deny everything yo
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Bang Bang Bang
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| Mark Ronson |
