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(Shut up) We get down to the sound of a singular mind And we like criminals when criminals are treatin' us kind For the subliminal freaks with their invisible style who can't smile Boy, you're on trial I place a bet on a game knowing no one will score And break a sweat watching the greats dragging their feet on the floor Is it ambitiously weak to be proficiently poor And still smile when on trial? But still— It's ace Top Mint Boss (That's boss) Class Sweet Deece Not bad So lay waste to your superiors to lighten the mood Or kowtow to your inferiors for fear you'll look rude If you don't, are your interiors as perfectly skewed as mine are? Maybe I'll show you sometime Letras de canciones But oh my God, it's ace Just look at my face Top, I'm on top of the world Mint? Of course it is, boss Why can't we travel in business class? Pass the pop, because life is sweet So neat, it can't be beat, it's deece That means decent, not bad It's alright, yeah Welcome to the future The paranoia suits ya And step into my office All night long It's ace, it's class Top, let's move Welcome to the future The paranoia suits ya (Mint) God knows what you're talking about (Boss) But your eyes never lie when you look at me like that Step into my office All night long (Class) Let me show you (Sweet) How we do things (Deece) Welcome to your dream job (Not bad) I'm never gonna give it up (Ace) God knows what you're talking about (Dream job) (Top) God knows what you're talking about (All night long) (Mint) Step into my office (Boss) All night long From Letras Mania