| I want drugs, I need sleep, yah
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| I want drinks, I need weed, yah
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| I’ma fiend, find me beans, yah
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| Why she acting sweet to me now?
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| Whats been lying through your teeth now, it’s alright
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| If you think I’m talking 'bout you, maybe guess why
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| Racks and carbon paper in the magazine
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| Ship it back, land more packs, tax it to the scene
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| I won’t let you in, I’m cold and empty
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| Don’t take it personal, it’s burdened on me
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| She keeps sending me pics, calling me daddy
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| But I don’t fuck with damn near anybody
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| You ain’t slick, I’m too clean, why she act sweet?
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| 2 MG in the limegreen, sleep on window seats
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| Tryna see all this green grass, but it’s grey to me
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| Life just ends, it seems, every time I breathe
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| You ain’t slick, I’m too clean, why she act sweet?
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| 2 MG in the limegreen, sleep on window seats
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| Tryna see all this green grass, but it’s grey to me
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| Life just ends, it seems, every time I breathe
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| I won’t let you in, I’m cold and empty
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| Don’t take it personal, it’s burdened on me
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| She keeps sending me pics, calling me daddy
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| But I don’t fuck with damn near anybody |