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Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human, what I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman, innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you, I'm never stating, more than ever demonstrating, how to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating, never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting, for the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating, 'cause I know the way to get 'em motivated, I make elevating music, you make elevator music. (en) |
