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Not suppose to happen

Intro:
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I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO.. �
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Am not suppose to happen.. �
Am not suppose to happen.. �
Am not suppose to happen.. �
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Living the life of a desperado.. �
Trespassing in this game of ludo.. �
Am living in terror.. �
Walls talking in my palour.. �
They been tapping me up in the radar.. �
Viewing my face in the mirror.. �
Strange faces i saw in horror.. �
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So long am Numero uno.. �
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow.. �
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I know this is not suppose to happen.. �
Both of us regret this should never happen.. �
Wanna see who is this human leader.. �
Coz I should never be the bidder.. �
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Hook 1 �
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I went to meet the Land Lord.. (oh!)
Spoke in dialogue.. (go!)
Even learned taekwondo.. �
Earning me lottos.. �
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I mean this has to happen.. �
All the stars in my logo.. �
Caravan in my cargo.. �
Bullet proof in my torso.. �
But only very few can catch sight of me though. �
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Let go!. �
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Hm! hm! �
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Stains on my tuxedo.. �
I know where I got them.. �
Aside me is Solo.. �
He seems to get my intentions.. �
I don't have any expectations.. �
Coz in my mind no reservations.. �
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Hook 2 �
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I drank in the ballroom.. (no!) �
I drank in the balcony! �
I even had the tumblr girl!.. � �
Spoke with my tongue.. (oh!)
We dance tango.. (oh!) � �
I need not mind the laws.. �
I took out the pistol in my holster.. �
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Commandeer in south Ecuador.. �
I wanna bet to beat El Romano.. �
All the havocs in Milano.. �
All the shootings in Chicago.. �
Remembering me my motto.. �
Walking through tornado.. �
Withstanding a volcano.. �
I proceeded to load my cargo.. �
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All them know i am a circumnavigator.. �
In this ship am ma not need a cooperator.. �
To sail up I am the only sailor.. �
Cold blooded like an alligator.. �
So i don't need me in a refrigerator.. �
Am not a gladiator!.. �
And I don't wanna sink in mordor.. �
Currents spark up! when I step the turbo �
Come on! �
you see i don't need me generator.. �
Just can't help mixing up like a carburetor.. �
This yatch got one and only sailor.. �
As I set foot in my parlour.. �
It's already 3 o'clock in Togo.. �
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Hook 3 �
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I went to meet the Land Lord.. (oh!)
Spoke in dialogue.. (go!) �
North to South above �the laws.. �
East to West I got so many slots.. �
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Am not suppose to happen.. �
Am not suppose to happen.. �
Am not suppose to happen..