| Runnin' through my weed again, yeah
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| Runnin' through my weed again, yeah
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| Runnin' through my weed
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| Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well
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| One, two, been thinking on it hard this morning
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| Three, four, it’s hard to focus when a nigga zoning
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| I been tryna balance all this on my plate
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| I ain’t tryna be lying to your face
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| You can do better than I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| Something I need to share before you rest here
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| I know that you gave your best here
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| But I can’t figure out what’s next here
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| I pray to God I don’t have to pay for not knowing
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| This world is new to me, I do not know it
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| My pride never wanted you to know this
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| Sometimes I just wanna be alone and
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| Either way I gotta go, woah, oh
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| When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I’m like a pro, woah, woah
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| I tell you what you wanna know, oh, woah
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| You’re prolly better on your own, oh
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| Girl, you know I’m moving through this thang at the speed of light
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| Rolling on the street like it’s gon' be what you want it to be like
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| Won’t lie, you been on my brain right, charge it to the game right
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| Girl, we know that nothing is the same, right
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| Five, six, times that I shoulda had that convo, yeah
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| Seven, eight, could you be gone by tomorrow?
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| Hydroplaning tryna pump my brakes
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| I don’t wanna make it look like I ran away
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| You could do better than I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| Something you need to know, you gotta let go
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| You throwing a fit and that’s old
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| Don’t be stepping on my Prestos
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| I pray to God I don’t have to pay for not knowing
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| This world is new to me, I do not know it
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| My pride never wanted you to know this
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| Sometimes I wanna be alone and
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| Either way I gotta go, woah, oh, yeah
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| When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I’m like a pro, woah, woah
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| I tell you what you wanna know, oh, woah
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| You’re prolly better on your own, oh, no
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| Either way I gotta go, woah, oh
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| When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I’m like a pro, woah, woah
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| I tell you what you wanna know, oh, woah
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| You’re prolly better on your own, oh
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| One, two, been thinking on it hard this morning
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| Three, four, it’s hard to focus when a nigga zoning
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| Five, six, times that I shoulda had that convo, yeah
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| Seven, eight, could you be gone by tomorrow? |