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You might think you've peeped the scene
You haven't, the real one's far too mean
The watered down one, the one you know
Was made up centuries ago
They made it sound all wack and corny
Yes, it's awful, blasted boring
Twisted fictions, sick addictions
Well, gather 'round children, zip it, listen:
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I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago
That's me, the first year that I blow
How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo
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(You ain't got no Yeezy,?)
Stupid, but what the hell do I know?
I'm just a Chi-town with a Nas flow
And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo
So much, I woke up in Sleepy Hollow
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Look like a fat booty Celine Dion
Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leon-a Lewis
Beyond the truest, hey, teacher, teacher
Tell me how do you respond to students?
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And refresh the page and restart the memory?
Respark the soul and rebuild the energy?
We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies
Sorry for the night demons still visit me
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The plan was to drink until the pain over
But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?
Fresh air, rollin' down the window
Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low
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And the hell, it wouldn't spare us
And the fires did declare us
But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress
And woke up back in Paris
Writer(s): Ernest Dion Wilson, Michael Gordon Oldfield, Onika Tanya Maraj, Kanye Omari West, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Mike Dean, John Roy Anderson, Robert F. Diggs, Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon