[Gym Class Heroes:]
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Gym Class Heroes.
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Cool & Dre.
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(This is)
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You silly for this one.
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It's Travie.
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(Why you doin' this to me?)
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[Gym Class Heroes:]
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I started rappin' back in the class scribblin' tracks
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In hopes that one of my jokes would have the pretty young things laughin'
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The chubby little bastard with a knack for Little Debbie's snacks
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But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion
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No advance & plus we make it happen
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And your conscience more obnoxious than that Laffy Taffy snappin'
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Goodbye yesterday's rags, hello high fashion
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Hands before you's a man that built a castle with sand
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With no regards for tidal waves & finally established
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'Til the water comes in gallon drums & wipes away my palace
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But now I'm sittin' lovely off in Wonderland with Alice
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With purple people passin' me the caterpillar's chalice.
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Ha. Your probably thinkin' I'm wrong, right?
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Like I should quit writin' these songs, right?
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Tell you what, do it better I just might
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Take it back to '86 you want a lick, psyche!
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Don't let the TV mislead you
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Me & you dude, we are not equal
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Fuck you, this is for my people
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Fuck you, this is for my people
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Don't try to hide like I can't see you
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Your parents must've been trans & so see through
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Fuck you, this is for my people
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Fuck you, this is for my people.
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Put up your Peace Sign, put your Index Down.
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Put up your Peace Sign, put your Index Down.
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Put up your Peace Sign, put your Index Down.
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Put up your Peace Sign, put your Index Down.
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[Busta Rhymes:]
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Bust it.
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Before I utter words & before I start to begin
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Let me make sure you clear I'm about securin' the win!
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I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction
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'Cause I'm stubborn with the thought that failure is never an option
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I grinds like a carpenter until my callouses bleed
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With the passion from my heart to the many mouths that I feed
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That's why I look at most of you stupid I know it's odd
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Because you can't really do nothin' to me unless you God!
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But bein' that, none of you ain't him
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You can't fuck with me, now watch me erase them
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Now trust me, see I'm so determined
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I'm walkin' through the heap of gauntlets while the fire is burnin'
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Or how the tires turnin' on the rim of the V
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I laugh & shake it off the shit they be doin' to me
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Wit all the yappin' & talkin' & so & so.
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You think that you can ever stop the kid? Oh no!
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[Busta Rhymes:]
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So if you get in my way you know your done, son
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You best believe what I say, you better run son
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Fuck you, because I do this for my loved ones
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Fuck you, because I do this for my loved ones
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You better kneel down & pray 'cause where I come from
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We goin' hard everyday that's how the fights won
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Fuck you, because I do this for my loved ones
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Fuck you, because I do this for my loved ones.
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Put up the Peace Sign, put the Index Down.
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Put up the Peace Sign, put the Index Down.
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Put up the Peace Sign, put the Index Down.
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Put up the Peace Sign, put the Index Down.
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[Gym Class Heroes:]
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Look mom no hands (No hands)
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Your little boy's a man
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Everything you said is finally settin' in
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Trainin' wheels fell off & I kept pedalin' (Kept pedalin')
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Now I'm ridin' wheelies on this industry
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Say the word I'll ghost ride this bitch instantly
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Good lookin' pop on the strength that you givin' me
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Wasn't for you, Gym Class would be history
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I'm on my upstate shit
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I was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate rich
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Gettin' brains from 2 dames with French accents
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Now I mess with local chicks I get 'em upstate shit.
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You probably thinkin' I'm wrong, right?
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Like I should quit writin' these songs, right?
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Tell you what, do it better I just might
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Take it back to '86 you want a lick, psyche!
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Now it's alot of y'all that can't stand me
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Cause my resemblance to Prince is uncanny
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But fuck you, this is for my family
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Fuck you, this is for my family
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Upstate New York to Miami
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Up late, recordin' in my jammies
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I do it for my family
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Fuck you, this is for my family
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Put up your Peace Sign, put your Index Down.
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