| Me, I never got that grease
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| You better not count to 3
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| Cause by then I’ll be hitting speeds
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| You might see me on the seas
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| I’m on the road of the summer’s breeze
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| That’s cause the roof comes off
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| You might see me in the submarine
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| I got the Submarine
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| Cos I’m about to go in deep
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| Don’t pretend you got love for me
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| I don’t share bad company
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| They say that bad look comes in threes
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| My future looked over bleek
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| I’m just glad I’ve been paying tax
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| Cos these days I see loads of police
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| These days I say no to peace
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| They were gangsters back then
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| But these days they’re nobodies
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| I do big shows overseas
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| This is artwork like the Mona Lisa
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| I don’t go in these days I go underneath
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| But you can do that when you got a submarine
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| Lookin' at a world through tinted windows
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| I can make it pop like pringles
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| Them man wanna get involved
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| But I just put it in stealth mode
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| Sticking to the road like velcro
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| And the calipers are red like Elmo
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| It’s not a Batman ting anymore
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| It’s not a 3 bedroom ting anymore
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| I told them I’m gonna need LED lights
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| And I think I’m gonna need to put them in floor
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| Cause I need the lighting right
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| Have you ever seen lightning strike?
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| 2 on the front, 1 on the back
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| It’s nothing like a cycling bike
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| You might see me in a submarine
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| Me, I never got that grease
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| You better not count to 3
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| Cause by then I’ll be hitting speeds
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| You might see me on the seas
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| I’m on the road of the summer’s breeze
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| That’s cause the roof comes off
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| You might see me in the submarine
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| I used to be the writing type
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| I had books and books full of lyrics
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| But now it’s just me and the mic
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| I talk to it like with a psychiatrist
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| I’m from the roads where the fire is
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| If you’re gassed you’re gonna need heat
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| And you might have to make some enquiries
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| When you see me I’m with the lion nest
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| With them golden curls dripping in finesse
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| When I seen that the roof came off
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| I just knew from there I was buying this
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| And now I got shit to lose
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| I gotta get a grip of this violence
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| And now I got shit to lose
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| I gotta get a grip of this
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| Feels like I see so many diamonds these days
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| That I might go and get some prescription lenses
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| I had to forget about friendships
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| Balenciagas and Fendis
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| I’ve got man talking about my road type reputation
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| Like it was horrendous
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| Did he forget? |
| Make him remember
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| I was tackling man like a defender
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| I was gloved up in a blender
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| Mixin' the fizzy with the Beln
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| Sendin' it out with an agenda
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| I was 18 years old and I had 5 workers all shottin' off then
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| To the point that I had to jump over the fence
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| I had money burried under golf course back then
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| And it never got spent
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| You might see me in a submarine
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| Me, I never got that grease
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| You better not count to 3
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| Cause by then I’ll be hitting speeds
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| You might see me on the seas
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| I’m on the road of the summer’s breeze
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| That’s cause the roof comes off
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| You might see me in the submarine
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| Treason’s breaking the law
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| The declaration of war
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| If the shades came off you would’ve saw
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| It’s a golden bull on the front of the car not a horse
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| Them man are still talking about pen when I’m in Lamborghini talking Huracán
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| Give me a sparkling water cos I’ve put a payment down of 210
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| If anybody thought it was a lease he should guess again
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| I’m famous to the famous guys when I walk in the room everybody gets tense
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| I said I’m famous to the famous guys when I walk in the room everybody gets
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| You might see me in a submarine
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| Me, I never got that grease
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| You better not count to 3
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| Cause by then I’ll be hitting speeds
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| You might see me on the seas
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| I’m on the road of the summer’s breeze
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| That’s cause the roof comes off
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| You might see me in the submarine |