| Weed and money makes it mega hard to find my ceilings
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| Told me wanna meet me somewhere, somewhere in the middle
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| And fuck me 'till I can’t remember why I started tripping
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| I could be myself around you
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| Ohh, I fucking love it
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| I could be, I could be myself around you
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| Ohh, that’s how much I trust you
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| I could be myself around you
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| Ohh, I fucking love it
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| I could be, I could be myself around you
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| Ohh, that’s how much I trust you
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| We mixing drinks, we mixing vibes
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| I let you in, let you inside
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| Told you exactly what it’s like
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| My tribulations and my trials
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| And how you wait 'till the sun is up
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| Ain’t overcome me but you really tried
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| I’m way too bummy to be certified
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| Step up your moves and step up your whole life
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| I can’t really find my words right now, I’m kinda tripping
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| Weed and money makes it mega hard to find my ceilings
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| Told me wanna meet me somewhere, somewhere in the middle
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| And fuck me 'till I can’t remember why I started tripping
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| I could be myself around you
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| Ohh, I fucking love it
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| I could be, I could be myself around you
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| Ohh, that’s how much I trust you
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| I could be myself around you
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| Ohh, I fucking love it
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| I could be, I could be myself around you
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| Ohh, that’s how much I trust you
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| I could be myself around you |