(Intro: Meatballs)
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They've got the best equipment that money can buy. Hell, every team they're sending out here
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Has their own personal masseuse, not masseur, masseuse!
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But, it doesn't matter, did you know that every mohawk competitor
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Has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests
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Every forty eight hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition?
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Did you know they use the most
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Sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union
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In East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power
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Trinidad and Tobago
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But it doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter
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It just doesn't matter, I tell you it just doesn't matter
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It just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter
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It just doesn't matter! Even if we win, if we win ha
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Even if we win, even if we play so far over our heads
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That our noses bleed for a week to ten days
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Even if God from Heaven above points his hand
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At our side of the field, and even if every man,
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Woman and child prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter!
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(Verse)
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I'm Jumping out the Camino
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Stepped out the gas station smelling like hot Cheeto's
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Recording soft-core on her Tivo, modern meatloaf
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Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
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All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for
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Hold up! Pause!
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Always up with the quota, boss
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Wake up in polo, sleep in Lacoste
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Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me
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Couple people that I know, they happen to play me
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Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy
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Shit I'm actually crazy! Um... and...
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Choo's phone gettin blown up by Lyor Cohen
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Christian Dior, nothing I'm on it
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Go to Hawaii fuck with Samoans
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Get faded and sleep in the oceans, keep it in motion
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I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, I'm rollin', keep it in motion
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I'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rolling
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And your bitch wearing elbow pads
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Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave.
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I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
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Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on 'em
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Higher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold on
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Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton, hold on!
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Do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone
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Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets
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Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus
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Walking behemoth, I increase the Feces
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Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed
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Buggin' out, had it all - I'm nothing now
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I just gave it away
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Fucking label can't able put a name to a face
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I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
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I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack
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Remember that
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I ain't shit but a fraud
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But everyone I know ain't nothing to a God (x2)
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(Outro)
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It kills you, it feeds off the Earth
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A night like this, one of us could
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Get up in the middle of the night
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Grab an axe and cut somebody's head off
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It Just Doen't Matter
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Mac Miller |