Now instead of looking fly and rolling phat
my legs are sticking to the vinyl
and my posse's getting laughed at
f-r-e-e that spells free
credit report dot com baby
You're right, I could never be this cool.
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I don't need no sympathy. I won't cry and whine. Life's my light and liberty and I'll shine when I wanna shine.
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