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tick tock sweat drips drop after drop which sticks to my top i pop the top lid of the bic and just can not stop i wont give up im ready to step up always with my head up proud gas to the floor not gonna be a let up if i fall to the ground itll hurt but ill get up walk tall brush of dirt of my shirt Im lost ready to be found I'm a boss ready to be crowned hit the nos across a cloud