LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
I’ve never asked
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They ask, “How you doin’?”
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They ask, “How’s it goin’?,” “How’s it goin’?,” “How’s it goin’?”
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But we never change, no, never, never
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It’s always the same old grind here
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The S, the F, the E, the R, the A
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Don’t pretend nothing’s happening
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You’ve heard about it in your town
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I don’t give a damn
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I ain’t tied to rap, no
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To this one or that one
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No sorry, no hablo your lingo
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But your daughter definitely likes it
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For sure, she’s been hooked on trap for a while
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Iced-out chains, my heart’s in half
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Already at my age
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You can’t talk about my content, bro, you’re too young
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What a drag, what a bore, same old chant
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I know, they told you I don’t sing well
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But I already told you, I don’t care
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Get a job and help around the house
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Instead of asking your mom for money
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Nah, you’ve never seen your fridge empty
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That’s why you don’t think about filling your belly
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I used to fill the room with dark thoughts
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Then with the effort of a whole life
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I tour Italy packing out clubs
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While these guys stay home talking about Sfera
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I never asked anybody for anything
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Never anybody
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No, I swear
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Never anybody
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Inside this day-to-day grind, bro
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Big score
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You’re on a treadmill instead
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Running in place
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So run, run, run, run, run
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Talk less, aim to make plenty, plenty
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I scored a four in math but now I do numbers, numbers
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I open accounts, bro, I turn into a count, count
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I took that leap into the void
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I raised the cup on the podium
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I made my first record
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My first gold record
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Words of hate
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People stuff their mouths with nothing
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Dreams in the living room with feet soaking
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All I think of you is that you’re a burden
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F*ck, what a burden
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I don’t follow you on Insta, no
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You love me now that you see me in a magazine
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I blow kisses to the fans
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I don’t wear Vans
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I wrote on my iPhone a track that goes
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I never asked anybody for anything
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Never anybody
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No, I swear
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Never anybody
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Inside this day-to-day grind, bro
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Big score
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You’re on a treadmill instead
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Running in place
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So run, run, run, run, run
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Talk less, aim to make plenty, plenty
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I scored a four in math but now I do numbers, numbers
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I open accounts, bro, I turn into a count, count