LYRIC



I don´t condone you sitting on your throne, talking with that tone
You think that you´re some big shot
I don´t approve the way you like to move in front of everyone, just cuz you´ve got a bigger gun
I´m not impressed by the way you dress, nor your entourage
I know it´s all a trained mirage
You hold the jack of spades, you calculate your trades, you stack your house with maids
And I´m just a joker, oh ohh ohh ahhh
Get off your high horse ´fore I knock you down
Get off your high horse, can´t you hear that sound
It´s all around
I don´t esteem to be part of your scheme, nor a player on your team, ´cuz there´s a bigger dream
I won´t succumb to your puppet master thumb pushing me around, no I stand on solid ground
Get off your high horse ´fore I knock you down, bring you to the ground
Get off your high horse, can´t you hear that sound
(interlude)
Get off, get off, get off your high horse
Get off, get off get off your high horse
Get off, get off, get off your high horse
Get off your high horse
You´re no rightful heir to crown

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