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[Intro]
He thinks he’s a king, rollin’ loud and proud,
Don’t hear the whispers, just craves the crowd.
[Verse 1]
I rattle when I roll—call it my battle cry,
Got a hood full of thunder, howlin’ at the sky.
Paint’s peeled off, sun’s tanned my skin,
But I still glow like a firefly trapped in tin.
They turn their heads when I let...
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