| Your aura’s so fake, fool
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| Look at this shit on my table
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| Between her legs I’m entangled
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| Bag of crushed dreams from the angels
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| How do you love me, you don’t love yourself
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| I’m trying to think for myself
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| I would just run but my bag’s
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| Too big with cards I’ve been dealt
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| Don’t need a bitch
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| I need a dollar and I need a whip
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| And I need a crib by the diamond sea strip
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| Man, fuck all these bitches, they all on my dick
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| How do you love me, you don’t love yourself
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| Needa stop drinking, mind slipping like hell
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| They look at me different, probably as well
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| I can still see through the energy dealt
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| Your aura’s so fake, fool
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| Look at this shit on my table
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| Between her legs I’m entangled
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| Bag of crushed dreams from the angels
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| How do you love me, you don’t love yourself
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| I’m trying to think for myself
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| I would just run but my bag’s
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| Too big with cards I’ve been dealt |