[Theo Martins:]
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Yeah
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Girl, I'm running through your city
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Eyes wide open, I think you can call me Diddy (call)
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My mother told me never, ever pity
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Boy meets world, introduction wasn't pretty (Shawn)
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But I suppose, baking soda in my fridge cause it smells funny
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Compliment the rotten milk with some stale honey
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Bungee cords, rat pack, stack the law
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Running through the stunning door, like I told you once before
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Blake Griffin whenever I stay spittin'
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Hot bake kitchens and ovens with straight mittens
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That means I'm really hot
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I rap and make hits
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And I'll never stop
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Somebody call the cops
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[Santi:]
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People want my power
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And they want my station
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Stormed my winter palace
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But they couldn't take it
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All the way to Paris
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Run my reputation
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Try to pull my status
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But they couldn't fake it
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Tryin' to pull a bull on your gas won't go
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Grande chicken in your ass, oh no
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Man, lookin' for your ticket, let's all go
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Buddies still a minute but your gas won't go
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When you look on, you look on, you raise it
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But I'm too gone, I'm too gone, that ass, oh no
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When you get on, you get on, you shake it
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Man, you took on, you took on, too much, don't blow
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People want my power
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And they want my station
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Stormed my winter palace
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But they couldn't take it
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All the way to Paris
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Run my reputation
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Try to pull my status
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But they couldn't fake it
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Can I get a witness, a crow so low
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Everybody itching for a throat to throat
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And you can be the widget to my turbo
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Edit see your status not a closer look
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Do you forget, you forget, the basics,
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On a goal on, a goal on, you must go slow
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Tryin' to skip all the, skip all the bases
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But you're slippin', you're slidin', can't make it go
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People want my power
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And they want my station
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Stormed my winter palace
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But they couldn't take it
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All the way to Paris
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Run my reputation
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Try to pull my status
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But they couldn't fake it
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[Karen O:]
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How hard we found
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Another instrument to crash you, crash you, crash you
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I need another instrument to crash you, crash you, crash you
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Ha, ha, crash, ha, ha, crash
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[Santi:]
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People want my power
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And they want my station
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Stormed my winter palace
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But they couldn't take it
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All the way to Paris
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Run my reputation
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Try to pull my status
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But they couldn't fake it
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GO!
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| Santigold |
