| My business is my business
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| My time is my own
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| And this stage is mine
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| You do not know me so
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| These ain’t your hands to hold
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| This ain’t your spliff to smoke
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| Don’t talk about it now
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| This is my microphone
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| Fuse ain’t as long as it used to be
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| Words caught deeper than they ever did
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| Talkin stupid ain’t my thing
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| Without the drugs or the gin
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| Nice fellow, kinda mellow
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| Not without sin
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| Why you talkin so loud in my head?
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| Is it something that you wanted to hear?
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| I don’t owe you conversation
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| Maybe a smile
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| My business is my business
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| My time is my own
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| And this stage is mine
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| You do not know me so
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| These ain’t your hands to hold
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| This ain’t your spliff to smoke
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| Don’t talk about it now
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| This is my microphone
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| Yo never mentioning impressing me
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| 'Cause if you’re begging attention, you’ll never get it see
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| Please let it be
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| You will never get ahead of me
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| I ain’t got the sense to leave
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| And you ain’t got the sense to leave
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| The remedy to ten penny pedantry
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| Life’s sedentary, you’re energy’s affecting me
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| Never the ascendancy was meant to be
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| I’m gonna need a moment to process mentally
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| So let me find a way to while away the hours
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| 'Cause any time a day the takes it forward
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| Braque, the stage is ours, better give a walk for
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| Crowds be like bitches, always begging him for encores
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| That’s why I mind my fucking business, of course
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| You can’t have a go on this if it’s not yours
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| Bonjour, while I deviate this twist
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| I’d appreciate if you could see your way outta my business
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| My business is my business
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| My time is my own
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| And this stage is mine
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| You do not know me so
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| These ain’t your hands to hold
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| This ain’t your spliff to smoke
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| Don’t talk about it now
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| This is my microphone |