| Yeah, trippin' in the desert, I got sand in my shoes, yeah
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| Don’t change who you are, I need you to be you, okay
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| Indigo daydreams straight up out the blue, yeah
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| Late night Uber fromm the crib to the store, okay
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| I don’t where to go but I’ll make it through, yeah
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| Cupid shot my heart, yeah, it went straight through, okay
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| Whip got wings like cupid so ruthless
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| Platinum grill on teeth, like I’m toothless
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| Yeah, I’m cop a crib by the sea next June
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| Think about my fam, I’ll see them real soon
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| See you real soon
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| Yeah, I hope to see you real soon
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| Never been so broke, yeah, I’ve never been so lonely
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| Yeah, these tears got me choking
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| Yeah, I need you to be you
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| Please, just be you
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| I hope to see you real soon
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| Yeah, I need you to be you
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| Now I’m trippin' in the desert
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| Trippin' in the desert, I got sand in my shoes, yeah
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| Don’t change who you are, I need you to be you, okay
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| Indigo daydreams straight up out the blue, yeah
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| Late night Uber from the crib to the store, okay
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| I don’t where to go but I’ll make it through, yeah
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| Cupid shot my heart, yeah, it went straight through, okay
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| Whip got wings like cupid so ruthless
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| Platinum grill on teeth, like I’m toothless
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| Not it ain’t hard to check
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| You know I’ve seen enough
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| That nigga on the edge
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| That nigga talk too much
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| But when you’re lost ahead
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| Shit you can’t talk enough
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| I guess it’s hard to tell that I’ve done seen too much
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| Black you remember
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| North Face rockstar jeans in December
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| You can’t you not a member
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| Smoked one, got high, screamed now I’m better
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| Yeah I’m not arrogant, it’s just a celebration
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| Good times good smoke and its medicated
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| Jumping off the roof wasn’t premeditated
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| But I landed in the pool nigga lifes amazing
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| Trippin' in the desert, I got sand in my shoes, yeah
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| Don’t change who you are, I need you to be you, okay
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| Indigo daydreams straight up out the blue, yeah
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| Late night Uber form the crib to the store, okay
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| I don’t where to go but I’ll make it through, yeah
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| Cupid shot my heart, yeah, it went straight through, okay
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| Whip got wings like cupid so ruthless
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| Platinum grill on teeth, like I’m toothless |