I know, I disappeared and popped up in Paris making chairs with a beard
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And those that love me probably thought that it was weird
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While the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared
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And any artist that you love have veered
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Especially when they hated the image that they mirrored
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I got a text that said a¢æ©«P, please get upa¢æ?
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Some light shining brightly outlining my shit up
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The penthouses, the homes, the cars, the chains
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The stones, the admirers, mini-me's and clones
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Selling you niggas dreams that are boxes full of foam
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In and out of dimensions I walk through walls
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Just saying you can't put me in a box, that's all
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No Davinci Codes and Twilight stubs
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Don't take this wrong, but I miss the taste of blood
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So fitting, the sound in my system, makes me want to squish them
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King Kong foot, the beast has awakened
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The Pro Tools taping, my position blatant
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You knew I was coming, choiceless, you waiting
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Now I look up and ask why you've been for satan
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I shall hover, with splendid colors
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That alone makes me other, plus the return of the Jedi
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I study how the Brooklyn machine works
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That's word to BIG and his dead eye
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I rise to the top like the sun
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I rise to the pocket like a gun
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I fire, drop ya body then it's done
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They like, what happened, we trapped him
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Hatred is obliverated when I imagine
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Look at you drowning in ya lungs, gasping
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Blood on the dancefloor, he, he Michael Jackson
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Bitches should stay home they do so much cummin'
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Y'all should stand backwards you do so much frontin'
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Take this sun block we got too much sunning
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Now lets examine what you thinking, running
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Run too hard, you might tear ya meniscus
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And if you try to run up you only get ya wig split
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And this campaign that we running is viscious
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I hate to eat and run but this was delicious
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The Game Has Changed
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Pharrell Williams |