| Same old me, still no good
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| Tied up with the talk and the drama
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| Fucking ‘til the sun up and I’m gone
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| Looking for relations baby, nah, nah, nah
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| Lowkey feeling like a star though
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| Looking for affection, I been hollow
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| I remember writing all them songs, you the subject
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| I am just your ex, not your ex that you up next
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| Sometimes I gotta shit on you
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| Routines bringing all the bitch out you
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| Moving through the city, you’ll be running to me
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| Fuck these bitches saying, I be running the street
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| Yeah, where, where you go?
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| You ain’t never seen it all
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| Pockets, pockets, got my change up
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| I be leaning with you later
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| Yeah, you’re the one that I need, oh
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| You’re the one that I wanted
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| You’re the one I get high for
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| You’re the one that I lean on
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| Get high for, high for
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| Get high for, high for
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| You’re the one that I lean on
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| Get high for, high for
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| Get high for, high for
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| Yeah, you’re the one that I need, oh
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| You’re the one that I wanted
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| You’re the one I get high for
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| You’re the one that I lean on
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| Aye, you’re the one that I lean on
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| Same old me, still no good
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| Blew my mind, I’m still so hood
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| From the projects, man, I thought you understood
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| On vacay, bring her back to the hood
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| Ain’t shit, just quick inspo
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| Still fucking bitches, smoking out the window
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| Still treat me like a star, like she didn’t know
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| We just move lowkey, no info
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| Wasn’t fucking back then, we’re on the floor now
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| Boss up, rolling weed in the club now
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| Fuck the who’s who and the what’s what now
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| She go coo-coo I’m a new drug now
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| You could pick the flight we’ll figure it out, yeah
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| You could pick the night we’ll figure it out, yeah
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| I don’t even know what you’re tripping about
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| You should hit the uber and get out the house, yeah |