| I don’t feel fine, ayy
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| I just wanna shine, ayy
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| I don’t feel fine, ayy
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| Baby, tryna die, ayy
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| Skrrt off in the whip, yeah, I’m on it
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| Skrrt off with yo' bitch if I’m honest
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| I ain’t got no friends, I don’t want 'em
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| I ain’t got no friends, I don’t want 'em
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| She tell me that she love me, that’s a fuckin' lie
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| She tell me that she cummin' every fuckin' time
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| And every time we fuck, I lose my fuckin' mind
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| Damn, my life’s so good but I still wanna die
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| I don’t feel fine, ayy
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| I just wanna shine, ayy
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| I don’t feel fine, ayy
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| Baby, tryna die, ayy
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| I ain’t got no friends, I’on need no friends
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| I don’t kick it with no fakes, fuck a play-pretend
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| Need a baddie who gon' love me 'til the very end
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| Smokin' dank and sippin' drank with some cash to spend
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| That shit is nonexistent so you know I split a Swish
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| Cashin', chasin' checks I ain’t worried 'bout a bitch
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| Killin' all these beats until the day I’m filthy rich
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| People wanna talk, well keep on talkin' all that shit
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| I don’t feel fine, no, I don’t
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| Sippin' Sprite in the styrofoam
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| Smokin' dank in that damn cone
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| Askin' for some clout, don’t even come close
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| All these people wanna use you for your damn dough
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| Just wanna put you down, yeah, they actin' like a hoe
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| Drain you of your energy, you gotta let it go
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| Stop fuckin' with those people, man, it’s time to cut the rope
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| I live through all these days while I’m steady rollin' dope
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout them crystals, you know I steady toke
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout crystals, you know I steady toke, yeah |