Released on January 20, 2012

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[Verse 1]

(Uhh) Killing the game, feeling like I'm huntin' safari

You got that Jesus on your chain while you do nothing but party

I got my weed, I got my drink, but I'm focused, Gandhi

I feel the focus, homie, so I'm taking over shortly

Money on my mind but only because it's king

Obama dollar sign, my president is green

Run up in your residence, rip apart everything

Generation don't give a fuck about anything

Never wanted to be an astronaut

I was just an outcast who would rap a lot

Behind music, pussy was an afterthought

Who'da knew I'd be here or even half as hot?

And so I wait while you sleep, train while you eat

Bite the bullet, you can see the stains on my teeth

Treat the beat like the battlefield, call me Kubla Khan

I'm on the sun, I don't know what planet you've been on

She my moon, I'm her stars, hold me down while I'm gone

She's at peace, I'm at war, together we make hip hop

Up while the city sleeps, I don't need to peep watch

Tick-tock, count down to when the beat drop

It's just us now, cut the loose strings

Turn the lights down and let your mood swing

Heart race to the finish as we shed clothes

Let go of the ego, makin' your head grow


[Bridge 1]

Whoa, I'm too hot

I'm so cold

They told me don't stop

Keep going


[Chorus]

You're so full of yourself, right? (Right)

Only think of yourself, right? (Right)

All you need is yourself, right? (Right)

You're truly the definition of I

So take it off, off, take it all off

The naked body is part of who we all are

So take it all of, break it all off

The naked body is part of who we are


[Verse 2]

So we dance in the rain, drop all things

Put our hands to the stars like we just won the ball game

But we ain't playin' for the fortune, we ain't playin' for the fame

Matter of fact, we ain't even playing the game

Life is what you make it, you can give it you can take it

You can't waste it chasin' bitches or listen to what I'm saying

20/20 vision isn't a given when you was raised in

A system full of the prisons and shitty education, I'm out

Let me re-up, what we need's love

What we need's home cooking and good bud

Let's have a pow-wow, and make some music

You can play the drums, while I Langston Hughes it

It's classic, this rap shit is tired, it lacks passion

Fuck your world star mind frame, my lane's way past it

Just imagine, all the places we could go

So drop the make-up and take off your clothes


[Bridge 2]

Whoa, uhh

Really though

Sometimes we just gotta let it all go

Uhh, yeah


[Chorus]

You're so full of yourself, right? (Right)

Only think of yourself, right? (Right)

All you need is yourself, right? (Right)

You're truly the definition of I

So take it off, off, take it all off

The naked body is part of who we all are

So take it all of, break it all off

The naked body is part of who we are