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Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker Attached to my success, sent like a stalker Make way to my radius playin' fly guy Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky Me, Myself, and I go through this act daily And rarely do I not No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me No matter what the plot And even out on tour they be like

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