| Gun was shot after I was already up
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| The rule is clear, is a false start, a false start
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| Two men drop, one to the bottom and one to the top
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| We got ourselves in a cold war, a cold war
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| Bird in hand, friend of a feather
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| The muscle plan didn’t work out like I thought it would
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| Eyes ahead, keep on rippling through the sand
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| Once I stop, it’s over, it’s over
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| In the fast track I’m a ticking bomb
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| Minor set-back, but I’ve gone too far
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| I can make it just a few more yards
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| I’m not failing, yeah, I’m almost done
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| Can’t believe what just happened
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| It wasn’t me, I know better than losing like this
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| Clear my head, nobody’s saw it
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| I’m up ahead, this is between the footworks and me
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| Four long years I’ve been waiting to conquer this
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| To spoil it up with a point one, a point one
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| I can’t let, let my people down
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| Not again, not after that last headline, that headline
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| In the fast track I’m a ticking bomb
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| Minor set-back, but I’ve gone too far
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| I can make it just a few more yards
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| I’m not failing, yeah, I’m almost done
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| On the podium I’m the golden man
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| In the columns, in the paper stands
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| What’s my record, it’s always the same
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| Never beaten, yeah I own the game
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| Yeah I own this game |