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[Verse 1]
From the dressing room, I'm Noam Chomsky
Philosophers get wet downstairs, put your hand over your pussy
The whole club's horny, I'm as fucking handsome as Serge Ginsburg
Sticky crawl, women smell it
The VIP's smelling about 300 meters of debauchery
Sick motherfucker, all my thoughts are about gold
I called a cab, a cash collector came by
Big Boy Ting, the lines are quotable
Drive by, Pegasus shot in ink
Brah became the silent of a thousand vipassan
Trip from top to bottom, success like Lil Nas' pole
Yeah, yeah, son, ma-mazel tov
A$AP MOB is the voice in my head
We got a new 37 every year
You're probably trash, you want to go back to the Soviet Union
Greece has everything and Moscow can accommodate it all
On the left is the restaurant, on the right is the arresting room
Spades, crosses, torture, crosses
Collisions, bread, spectacles and pharisaism
You-exorcise the thoughts for a moment, they're
They're poisonous, don't burn out
Ma cherie, tomorrow is trials, rallies, elections
God gave you a top ass, move it, move it
Afterparty in autocracy
Mask shows, DJ sets from the National Guard of Russia
But above me is a heavenly presiden
It's a global day of self-love, so
[Chorus]
You celebrate yourself, you celebrate yourself, you celebrate yourself
You're always different, you're always clean or you're always dirty
Celebrate yourself, honor and celebrate yourself
You're an honest worker, you're a party animal
Celebrate yourself, celebrate yourself, celebrate yourself
You're always different, clean or dirty
Celebrate yourself, honor and celebrate yourself
You're an honest worker, you're a party boy

[Verse 2]
One-night stands, my fetish is their moms
I was into Chipmunk, UK, like Chichvarkin
Brokes are lying, pawnbrokers are junkies
Chunga Chunga, Cheech and Chong, their songs are counting
Six years I was insecure
Woke up, fuck, I'm the freshest in the game again
The album's not a Yeezus-inspired epiphany
But a paid master class on how to get out of a crisis
The inner parent is loaded and dangerous
Bully-bully, gaslighter, abuser, harasser
Hear this: don't fall for the nonsense of illusions, fables
So that the critic from inside the cab can sit in a puddle of shit
M-m-mantra, aff-affirmation, making mistakes is always part of the long-distance running process
I'm here with UK Garage
Their cash advance is in my hand
Akon City will be built by the son of a Senegalese woman
Our rappers' dreams are blue verifications
And over all of us are blue blinkers
I'm laughing at the hooks of dudes with neat, generic tattoos
Indie individualists are fucked I'm a necessary counterbalance
There's a way out, just cut the taboos and dance
At thirty-six I fell in love with my fuckin' girlfriend
[Chorus]
You celebrate yourself, you celebrate yourself, you celebrate yourself
You're always different, you're always clean or you're always dirty
Celebrate yourself, honor and celebrate yourself
You're an honest worker, you're a party animal
Celebrate yourself, celebrate yourself, celebrate yourself
You're always different, clean or dirty
Celebrate yourself, honor and celebrate yourself
You're an honest worker, you're a party boy

[Outro]
So Long Kinga Bowser