[Theo Martins:] 
Yeah 
Girl, I'm running through your city 
Eyes wide open, I think you can call me Diddy (call) 
My mother told me never, ever pity 
Boy meets world, introduction wasn't pretty (Shawn) 
But I suppose, baking soda in my fridge cause it smells funny 
Compliment the rotten milk with some stale honey 
Bungee cords, rat pack, stack the law 
Running through the stunning door, like I told you once before 
 
Blake Griffin whenever I stay spittin' 
Hot bake kitchens and ovens with straight mittens 
That means I'm really hot 
I rap and make hits 
And I'll never stop 
Somebody call the cops 
 
[Santi:] 
People want my power 
And they want my station 
Stormed my winter palace 
But they couldn't take it 
All the way to Paris 
Run my reputation 
Try to pull my status 
But they couldn't fake it 
 
Tryin' to pull a bull on your gas won't go 
Grande chicken in your ass, oh no 
Man, lookin' for your ticket, let's all go 
Buddies still a minute but your gas won't go 
When you look on, you look on, you raise it 
But I'm too gone, I'm too gone, that ass, oh no 
When you get on, you get on, you shake it 
Man, you took on, you took on, too much, don't blow 
 
People want my power 
And they want my station 
Stormed my winter palace 
But they couldn't take it 
All the way to Paris 
Run my reputation 
Try to pull my status 
But they couldn't fake it 
 
Can I get a witness, a crow so low 
Everybody itching for a throat to throat 
And you can be the widget to my turbo 
Edit see your status not a closer look 
 
Do you forget, you forget, the basics,  
On a goal on, a goal on, you must go slow 
Tryin' to skip all the, skip all the bases 
But you're slippin', you're slidin', can't make it go 
 
People want my power 
And they want my station 
Stormed my winter palace 
But they couldn't take it 
All the way to Paris 
Run my reputation 
Try to pull my status 
But they couldn't fake it 
 
[Karen O:] 
How hard we found 
Another instrument to crash you, crash you, crash you 
I need another instrument to crash you, crash you, crash you 
Ha, ha, crash, ha, ha, crash 
 
[Santi:] 
People want my power 
And they want my station 
Stormed my winter palace 
But they couldn't take it 
All the way to Paris 
Run my reputation 
Try to pull my status 
But they couldn't fake it
					 
					 
					
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